Thursday, June 4, 2009

One Way Ticket To Pluto

When Rachel and I were in high school, we'd talk about how some day we would live together and move to New York and sit around in some shitty Lower East Side punk bar drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. I'm pretty sure the picture above is how we imagined our lives would be at this time. Long hair, leather, cigarettes and beer. I don't have long hair or like beer, and neither of us smoke, but the dream we spent countless nights imagining is about to come true. When we get to NYC this summer I'll grab my leather, bum a smoke, and choke down a beer just for the hell of it.

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