dear stevie bloom,

i'll miss you as the sky misses fourth of jule fire.

some highlights for my brother from another mother- darryl's party - night before had drank a third of a handle of makers mark. feel good... decide i wasn't fucked up enough and drink some coors. puke pink cake two times.

so next night - darryls party. "i'm only going to drink beer tonight... i dont want to get too drunk"

six or seven beers and soooo much stoner dream food later, lemon drop shots. vodka sugar and lemon wedge. do three, very drunk.

then - conversation with my dad's friend tommy, who is a very successful bar owner, about the drugs hes done and nyc. he goes on to say hes done every single fucking drug. black tar heroin multiple occasions. he used to drive to miami or mexico to get it. he said it wasn't cool cause he don't like laying around all night saying i feel good to other dudes...

he then went on to tell us about a large plastic bag of mescaline he had at woodstock and being extremely fucked up while watching country joe and the fish. he traded mescaline for produce, and he didn't give a fuck because those were the best fucking apples and green peppers he had ever had. delicious.

then he went on to talk about spending every summer in brooklyn and taking beatings from older kids and having knives held to his throat by puerto ricans.

my dad then walked up and started pretend buttfucking him, as he was completely gone to the booze.

tommy didn't mind because "he's a good guy."

i then asked my dad if he had ever smoked any drugs. he told me about growing tall green plants on his great grandma's farm, and how she burnt the plants because she didn't want her farm to get taken away.

then another friend of my dad's, dave, who has a pregrant beer belly, and supported me at the chalk show, began to get me even more drunk and inquire about the vietnamese cobra wine i had been parading around.

the last thing i remember after divvying out two bottles between four people, was eating a quarter of the preserved snake that lia managed to retrieve with tweezers that i stumbled to find.

i woke up the next day with twenty four dollars folded in my wallet, and bright pink puke all over my pants, bed, and carpet.

no amount of fabreeze can mask vomit after it seeps through carpet. i sprayed that shit for a week straight.

i could go on, but i'm very tired and have a good eight hours of driving in the morning.

go with god my friend,

your best,a

daniel d.