prank party tonight, venue: his wrecked-up art studio. gotta bring a giant, creamy cake and throw the cream all over the wall, then paint my name and my superstar crush on the large clear-glass windows and entrance doors. i would mix my cheap San Miguel with half a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, the recipe i got from my best friend. i was never a good drinker and i'd known enough how to avoid drunkenness so i wouldn't have to climb a tree and pee all over everybody. i would smoke until i could steam away the desperations of youth, and when my stomach got heated-up enough i would wash things down with two cartons of vanilla milk. then in the dark we would all stare at the lit large LCD screen watching muted indie videos, waiting for the night to pass its peak. as the sky grew darker and the street lights seemed brighter, we would rain camera blitz all over each other, posing so fiercely as if we were models for Calvin Klein campaigns.
