On the Road By Jack Kerouac

“I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”



Friday, 9 March 2012

Warning, the following post contains the words 'fuck' and 'shit'

I thought I'd write a post just about random shit. Because lately all I do is talk about something in particular and don't really rant as much, which is what I love to do the most.
Okay so I can start by mentioning the complete state I was in last night. So it all began when I started the day being a lovely generous citizen by donating blood. Then after that I drunk my own weight in Malibu. Yes that's right, I got completely wasted. To be fair I was being smart, I had a pint of blood removed from my body! So I thought I'd replace it with a pint of Malibu.
I took a trip over to my buddy Zae's house and we got completely shit wrecked. At one point I actually crawled to get to the toilet but ended up on my back... on the floor...still in the same room.
I'm pretty sure at one point I tried to eat my own jacket... I think...oh wait yes I did because a picture of me doing so, has just appeared on Facebook. Good old Za'e ;)
I don't know what it is about Malibu, maybe because it's a Caribbean rum drink, but when I got home, I sat in the living room, in front of my mum and step-dad and just fucking ranted on like a retarded bear, blabbing random shit in a Jamaican accent. Seriously, I couldn't stop speaking in that accent, I was GONE.
So I had to drag myself upstairs and lie down so I could sober up and eventually take a shower. I aint taking a shower drunk because knowing me I would slip the fuck over and die.

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