It’s fun to pretend you’re sick so you can sleep past the schoolbus time, but then around 11, when your parents are at work and all your friends are at school, you’re kind of like, “I’m running out of fuckin’ ideas ovah hea.”
How come every after-hours drug party at some random loft these days is filled with predatory old queens who offer you bumps of rohypnol and claim it’s coke? Aren’t these guys supposed to be dead? Enlarge/Comments DOs & DON'Ts
