February 21st, 2005


I finally got my crawfish Saturday. We ordered like, 3 pounds of that shite along with a beer and went to town. It was so lovely. Nice change from Italian food. Yesterday Jorge and his mom invited us to his little nephews b-day party (moonwalk and all) and we hung out there all day. That was also very nice—thanks Jorge. I had a really good weekend.

I am still in shock about HST. I literally started crying. I cannot believe he is gone.

The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Hunter. S. Thompson
1939 – 2005

(taken from _displaced_)
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