When we were in high school, we used to hang
out at Steve's basement, where we could
pretty much do whatever the hell we wanted.
This is very important when you're young and
bored, and have nowhere to do your drugs.
The only sufficient way to describe
Steve is with a story.
So we were in this high school band
together. One time Steve showed up for
a show in boxers, bathrobe and snorkel.
He then proceeded to run around
assaulting audince members with a "fun
hammer". He got me with it too and
almost made me fuck up my super-sweet
kick-ass guitar riffs.
How fucked up is that? >:(
once steve came over to hang out and i
left him on my couch to run
some 'errands'. i felt really bad
later, but he didn't really seem to
mind. then i met his family and it
made a lot more sense.
For years I drifted aimlessly. Then I
met Steve. Then I drifted aimlessly
some more. But anyway, about Steve: He
makes me laugh. He rox0rs my boxers.
And he can actually get me out of the
house once in awhile. In my eyes, that
makes him a Seattle deity.
Steve is people who know people.
Without his charismatic leadership,
Seattle would fall to the forces of the
Evil Dr. MacFcukFace.
Lass' don't bey fooled by his hard
exterior! True to the way of the crab,
he's tough on the outside but oh-so
squishy and gooey on the inside- he
will love you forever or until the next
hottest chick comes along. Whichever
comes first! Aww!
steve and i go waaaaaaaay back. so far
back i can't even remember... i do
remember the flourescent colored t-
shirt though. ;) new york misses you
steve!
everyday life for Steve.
out at Steve's basement, where we could
pretty much do whatever the hell we wanted.
This is very important when you're young and
bored, and have nowhere to do your drugs.
Steve is with a story.
So we were in this high school band
together. One time Steve showed up for
a show in boxers, bathrobe and snorkel.
He then proceeded to run around
assaulting audince members with a "fun
hammer". He got me with it too and
almost made me fuck up my super-sweet
kick-ass guitar riffs.
How fucked up is that? >:(
left him on my couch to run
some 'errands'. i felt really bad
later, but he didn't really seem to
mind. then i met his family and it
made a lot more sense.
met Steve. Then I drifted aimlessly
some more. But anyway, about Steve: He
makes me laugh. He rox0rs my boxers.
And he can actually get me out of the
house once in awhile. In my eyes, that
makes him a Seattle deity.
Without his charismatic leadership,
Seattle would fall to the forces of the
Evil Dr. MacFcukFace.
Lass' don't bey fooled by his hard
exterior! True to the way of the crab,
he's tough on the outside but oh-so
squishy and gooey on the inside- he
will love you forever or until the next
hottest chick comes along. Whichever
comes first! Aww!
things to come out of my epochs spent
on m-net.
back i can't even remember... i do
remember the flourescent colored t-
shirt though. ;) new york misses you
steve!