Why when unemployed does my social life get a booster when i have no money?

Last night i found myself four deep driving to Brooklyn to drop off a drunken tall girl i know, who as i got into downtown brooklyn signaled me to stop the car so she could open my door and purge. meanwhile the otehr passengers, Dj Jski and the Domican girl whoese name i still can't pronouce just gave me the silent grins.

But earlier in the night i ended up at photographer's opening and realized how petrified i seem to be of teh soho crowd and networkign with them. i don't know why. But i ended up getting the photographer Richard Maitland to consider having me as free help. Thank goodness he was a kindred soul and very humble Engliish Jamaican man.

Then it was of to some weak Cypress Hill/Dead prez album release party at Mission with my "friend" and her cousin who had my crackign up all night. And who bascially pulled me to teh side as ileft to let me know "he would go back to prison for his cousin." So er umm... Anyway despite my "friend" and I's curent sitaution i really enjoy being around her. FREE issues of HIGH TIMES!!!

Then i headed to my usually haunt 13 Little Devils