Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas, MARNELL FAMILY!

Come back as fire/ To burn all the liars

Do some Christmas Eve shopping.

Buy her flowers.

Be a brown bunny.

Be a gold bunny.

Play dumb.

Ignore warnings.




And at 18, too.

Ooze class at 17.

And at 19.

And at 20. Omigod I have to stop.

And at 21 and at 22 and at 23; yup; that was me at 23.

Have a drink.

Completely negate the coolness of having been Keith Richards' drug dealer by writing a shitty BOOK about it.

Take a nap.

Take a ride.

Be the mayor of D.C. and smoke crack with your prosti. Then get re-elected. WORD.