among the many many amusing things that took place at last night's keller williams was a hotboxing experience unlike any i've had in recent history.

(first things first: i can't hold my drink OR my weed anymore. it's ridiculous.)

so when we first parked the car, the people at the car next to us were trying to unlock their car with a...whatever those car unlocky things are called. but i'm not so sure that it was their car.

so we went back out between sets to smoke a joint in my car. we were already pretty buzzded. as soon as we lit up, we noticed that the people in the car two spots down were passing around bowls like none other. it was so amusig to sit in my car and watch these clearly suburbanite kids get completely wrecked. we could hear their conversations, stemming around "get that fucking bowl away from me dude! i'm done!" to singing at the top of their lungs to some rap that i could identify at the time but escapes me now. they got out of the car and danced around.

meanwhile, i was convinced i couldn't walk and forceed the others in my car to stay put til i could compose myself.

little composition was needed, because when we finally got out of the car it was clear that we were in way better shape than the people who hadn't known they were being watched.

anywya. fun night. keller williams. he's fucking good. i love hippie crowds. the end.