[can you feel it?] (what?) [that, that little tickle...of] (of what?) [jack frost nippin at your balls] gimme a fucking break already. well i know i promised a certain punk wouldn't be mentioned in here again. BUT DAMN. i lie sucka, you should know this by now. anyways. PRD just abandoned me. BIZZ-ounced. left. walked out. ran away. well i do understand that he was done with his paper o-so-fucking-quickly. but damn. IMA MISS DAT BOY! it'll be like fucking years before i see him again. classes are ending. (as i so stupidly wished they would) and now he's gone. again. VANISHED. (varnished?) whatever. DAMNIT! well that's that. enough of venting. so last night. we went to the BAR. and chilled. and drank. and laughed. and smoked. and well did shit. get it? this dude with us unfortunately had a pretty entertaining past as a DRUGGIE. (oooo...da cocaina) but is all good in this fucking hood. everyone has addictions. if you think you don't, you're fucking lying to yourself. some of us are drinkers. tokers. pushers. poppers. basers. erasers. x-ers. holers. smokers. hookers. whatever. (you get it now, yes?) we all got something that weighs us down deep inside. one guilty pleasure (or a few). depends on who you are. and where you don't plan on going. [i secretly envy the addict] but moving on. this class is almost over. i'm done with this stupid assignment. i miss PRD. i feel hot. and well, no hangover today. go fucking figure. i'm off to fall asleep in another class. "Excuse me while I fall from grace..." DFN.