here's my friend, plonk.

he's kind of a crazy cat who lives in westwood. he's always on bad crank but he makes some crazy good organic beer in his bathroom, so i keep him around sometimes. especially when i want to keep it real. plonk is a guy who keeps my head on straight.
last nite plonk and i went to an art show with milla jovovich. it was just crap made out of broken plates. then the two of them went back to her place together, and i felt more alone than ever before.
they bonded over some broken plate art? give me a break!
then i came home and ate some avocado. it makes my thighs look like hell, but who cares. i haven't exercised in a month and i've been drinking too much and my sleep is all shot to hell unless i pass out and so what? none of it matters.
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