waiting for the train at kedzie. 
drama.
ben is trying to call someone that can describe the way to the dance cause we got lost on the way there.
cowboy.
rebelling bourgeoisie kids.
after the spring dance dan came and picked fnan and me up and we tried to find some kind of after party. we ended up in some apartments down town. one of its owners was a woman in her 40´s. she was totally wasted and had really nice dogs. at least one of the dogs was hers, i can´t really remember.
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Fan vilken jävla dekadent bild på mig; ett äkta rockvrak,alternativt Chicago-bluesvrak.
Annars då, hur står det till?
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