What condition my condition is in.

Saturday I sat around the house, moped over the usual suspect, and ate too much after buying my fancy pants undies.

Sunday I drove down to Mountain View to hang out with R$ (for anonymity's sake since he got hassled by the cops last week). He initiated me into the world of pills by giving my half a Valium insisting that I chew it b/c as he said "You're a pill taker now. This is how it's done.'

Amen

We drank Tecate and Pabst Blue Ribbon and smoked some weed. We were in excellent condition. Then we threw ninja stars in the back yard of some guy who appeared to be homeless though it seems unlikely he was actually homeless as we were in his back yard which implies that the house attached to the yard is his. R was severely sleep deprived from a previous night of partying so after we took a long walk to down town Mt. View I was nearly convinced he was going to pass out on me at any moment. I wish I had photo documentation of R slumped over holding a gyro in one hand as slightly perturbed looking yuppies look on.

I love R b/c every time we hang out it's guaranteed interesting conversations combined with absurd behavior in odd locations.

Oh and if you didn't figure it out already I was high as fuck when I wrote my Harold and Kumar post. Score! More brain cells going out in a blaze of pseudo intellectual drug inspired glory.