woke up this morning to my roommate DY and his lady leaving to go bowling. it was 10 AM. it reminded me of going for breakfast hotdogs at the bowling alley on hillsborough in raleigh, north carolina back in the day. always folks bowling all early, but i soon realized bowling was an elective for NC state across the street. out pops rad memories of raleigh. hurricane fran, endless grind, snoopys, home invasions, gumbys pizza, a newfound love for fuckin older bitches, the brickyard,
sadlacks, the neighborhood drunk Alfie, whipits and buffalo wings on maiden lane, driving 3 hrs to get to hempstead, dixie trail, xanax, shit. the xanax made me forget everything else…
