if trouble is the new present

one of five people absconded with my lighter at some hoochies house this morning so i sat on a no-cushioned couch on the curb so they wouldn't slip past me. lemme tell ya, hollywood stays open all night. one guy had not been siailing for awhile but learned on chhesapeake bay . no one would talk to me. i got really cold at 7 so i called a cab. i hope nick has my lighter. i think he accidentally pocketed it when he was trying to jupm up and burn the old american flag that i unfurled with the cement shovel i borrowed and returned from the s-s10 pick-up truck that was parked infront of the couch that i lived on for too long. those girls were kindof bitches. and by bitches, i mean cunts.