Last Thursday. NYU. Later, Ted's place. Waaaay later on, Grahamgrahamgraham's crib. Jams, drinks, crutches, thrashed young ladies, more drinks and epic discussions about music, London, girls (of the non-thrashed variety,) actors, and Batman Begins. (Garett, yo!)
++With special contributions by the aforementioned thrashed young lady, Elena. Thanks uh lay nuh!
Black is the color of my true lover's hair:
Nobody Ian Curtis'd themselves, the hanging legs belong to Sarah. She was fixing the lights. 
"Hey Brian, come take a really god picture of us together, you don't have any."
Oh Bob, if you only knew. 
Uh lay nuh getting mangled, per usual. (And yes-I am goiung to keep spelling it phonetically.)
Sarah was apparentlly shocked because of something that Bob said. (I think it was something about Jinglu. He was pretty thrashed, so whatevs.)
He didn't care, obvs.
Because of some odd sits vectoring around, i just kept throwing em back. 
Brosest. drink. ever.
Broest. shirt. ever.
Asia was being all emo about some shit. Again. 
This shit was tighter than ... it was tight.
"Love in an elevator...
...living it up while I'm going down."
+p.s.
Part 2 (a.k.a. Ted's place) coming in, like 20 minutes probably.
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