I haven't been to Friday since the last time I was in Madison, Wisoconsin.
Friday asked me if I needed to get drunk off my ass, and have sex with his daughter on the isthimus.
Lock black on the half-shell, can't eat my bike-rail right underneath my nuts. I keep riding, riding, riding...i need to keep riding until i figure out if I understand why all those little towns keep getting in the way way of my my friends that keep dying in lock step and smoke step of all my past next steps.
I miss them all.
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