My friend Wills (not his real name) decided to go all "Your home is my home" on me. He showed up at my sweet little 12 x 12 abode with a case that took up half of my walking space and made himself very comfortable. I find it a complete boggle that he'd even bother to come all the way out to the boonies to visit let alone stay. My neighborhood could be worse, but the apartment spacing can be a little phobic. plus the tide was way up today. Moon and gravitational pull and all that, but a hard wave brought water lapping up an extra half a block.
Wills is semi famous for taking photos of cities under the sea. People are intrigued by the past and all the things that were lost to the sea. So, he dives and he finds the these awesome images. He would probably take pictures of anything but this is what pays the bills fastest.
Last night we went to this wicked underwater rave. He found it. i ended up having a bit of sticky funky gum, spaced out looking out the windows and dancing with my reflection. It was located in the upper west end. Its been years since i went free running in the ghost towns areas. We entered a low building and went down 6 floors. low lights and loud music. It was like a taste of heaven in a triple enforce loft.
Still hung over, about to catch the light rail for work. So much for mundane.
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