"i haven't been that fucked up in a while."

so, begins the night at a warehouse party in compton where my friends are djing.

i see all my friends & more. even though i don't want to see anyone else. everything is fuzzy and getting fuzzier by the minute. the music. the lights. the people. it was too much to notice when my PHONE drops out of my pocket. this is the second time this has happened! ...but this time i didn't find it. BOOOOOOO. do you know how much of a badtrip that is? after searching on the ground like an idiot for about a total of 30 minutes + i decided that it wasn't worth it and that shit was GONEZOS. i was very sad. but then i just hoped for the best and thought "i hope that person that gets it brings it to good places!" and also, that i didn't even need/want a phone...which is not true because now people cannot get ahold of me and i cannot get ahold of them. what a bust. yeah. so anyways, leave the party at around 2something? almost emptyhanded on the phone, except the homeboy NICK came up on an lx..that's locked. idk what to do with that but i'll figure it out!? went to go drop tray & brittany off. stiiiiill sorta trippin. i hate being lost and without a phone or gps? soooooo whack. fiiiiinally end up in studio city to end off the night right. oh yeah and i fell asleep and they almost left me in there. wwwwwwtf.

hahahaha.

but all in all, last night/this morning was preeeeetty crazy/fun/interesting...

"i haven't been that fucked up in a while."