we walked all evening. it was a clear night.
i met jackson while he was toiling behind a mixing desk. my friends were wildly drunk and painted in mexican
'day of the dead' skull faces. i wore a convincing wig. he smoked a cigarette and we took a turn around a
graveyard in the 'spirit' of the evening.
after this newsprinted meal we saw a giant tropical fish in a medium sized tank. apparently he was happy.
x chelsea jade
jackson with fish'n'chips, minolta
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