the history of

hmmmm. i am in chicago now. nothing exciting to report. a homeless man tried to get me to give him money for a mc chicken sandwich but i refused. wednesday night mike and i went to elizabeths where we ate fondue, got wasted and played with her bunny cleo (she is a large black woman and fraudulent psychic). then me and elizabeth went to mod club, which was totally lame, there was a line outside because they are fags and dont let everybody in right away and i had to pee so i peed in someones driveway. modclub itself was shitty and boring as usual and the bouncer took my capgun away because i was firing at this one chick who looked like she fell out of a porno mag. then we left and i got my gun back and we went to this art gallery place in kensington market where i sat on a couch and talked to people, like this one crazy violent girl , and there were kitties, and one of the kitties bit her on the nose. then it was very late and elizabeth and dave barnes and i went to the grocery store, i do not remember much about that, and then to my apartment, and i had to pack and leave and by the time the cab to take me to the airport arrived i was feeling pretty icky. in the cab i thought i would throw up but i did not. instead i barfed in the airport bathroom and after that i was fine except for being sleepy and the coke on the airplane tasted like poop. the end.