so i figured i'm on a roll and after a week of pickling my liver, why stop now. after a few beers i met up with some more friends at a hooka bar down in the LES. i walked in and was instantly transported to a couple years ago, hovering around the cubby table at the 707 with seth and arturo and then waking up on the floor in an outline of totinos crumbs with both of my roommates sprawled on the couches and the main menu of the animatrix dvd stuck in a repeating playback mode.
but tonight would not put me into that sweet soft slumber.... no, tonight would just be a slightly tipsy night of passing around the hooka filled with the "pharoh's sweet summer" or something like that. i will tell you that the pharoh is a sick bastard. i definitely do not smell or feel like a sweet summer but instead feel like i need a 45 min scalding hot shower and a pipe cleaner for my lungs.