the party was at suzie's tonight.
devin has a plethora of miscellaneous sexual novelties.
even though most of us are of legal age, it seems no one has yet moved onto the
seductive life of late night clubbing. we tend to gather in a tight crew in someone's house
for drinks, smokes and polite conversation.
conlan wasn't feeling so well.
"nah, man. wasn't me."
harvey's an artist. he doesn't like to be in front of the lens.
don't take my picture, man.
the cold shoulder.
grimace was beefing over some fisticuffs that had ensued between he and harvey days earlier.
harvey says no dice.
matt was almost sucked into the onion vaccuum tonight. somehow, he made it over here.