13 Éxitos que Nunca Oirás: A Serial Poem (Part 9)

It was something like a haze of smoke, a hurricane, a Schmidt. Jasper is the Hurricane. He is talented at feigning disinterest. How awesome is this? I don’t know. Spaces are often crowded, and sometimes people go to the bathroom. Then you end up screaming the words to “Friends of Mine” because the band played it. Do you know what it’s like to peacefully protest narcotics laws on Washington? How awesome is this? It was the birthday of ––––––– fucked if I remember. We entered a gate; I drove (was driven) home.