July 21, 2008

OLD SAWBUCKS AND SHOTGUNS

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We were riding home and out on the corner Craig stood, amidst intersecting crews, just shy of last call, everyone drinking seemingly drunk beyond drunk firmly in that realm of free-associative genius that comes right before blacking the fuck out, where every convo and rant sounds like a Ghostface freestyle. I put the camera up to my eye and he said Do you wanna see my teeth? and flashed 'em all.

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