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December 29th, 2003 |
The light-up entrance sign at the Unicorn Motel on 82nd street. I want to party here so bad.
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Now I can’t remember this guy’s name, which is the same name as the store. It’s kind of a junky store that sells mattresses and electronics on 82nd. That’s the owner’s huge head, looming Oz-like over the front door.
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Found at a thrift store today. Jeremy and I watched this film a couple of months ago where Phillip Seymour Hoffman has this ridiculous gambling addiction. I was watching it thinking, what could be more fucked up? And Jeremy was like, ‘I want a gambling problem.’ Sorta makes me wish I was still a cub scout. It would be so cool to have these sewn onto my uniform.
