5.19.2009

i fucking lost my license

to get a new one i have to walk through fire hoops and become impregnated from witches anus. i'm going to be the kid at the bar with the passport, that's me. F. in the meantime, i hope whoever has my license is having a rollicking good fucking time buying beer for everyone at preschool hrrumph.

this weekend i tried to see a dan deacon show at bowery and the bouncer out front had fangs and asked for my ID, and i was like, sir, i do not have an ID, however i am 25, but by accident i was wearing a blue poufy flowered dress, and he gave me a scandlous glare and informed me that i was not 25, and the thing is that i was ready to admit that i was lying, even though by all accounts i was born in 1984.