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Since when can I hold booze? Jeez.
Alrighty, so I woke up and decided, hell, I will go in to the office. I hadn't done much last night; coulda but chose to have a quiet night with some folks I know. So tonight I was lookin for adventure. After work Alan and Bobby made it downtown and I met up with em, and we decided to walk to a party on Clinton St. I, not knowing where the hell I was goin, led us in the general direction we needed to go. Until we hit a trainyard.
So after climbing over some train cars we made it out the other side, passed some parked cops without being seen, and made it to the little shithole. We saw a guy bringin beer into it, he waved us over to help carry. We got in and I, bein the lover of shitcockedness I am, had five beers in rapid succession. We listened to some Skynyrd covers and me and Bobby had a shot, I grabbed some more beer for the road and decided to just drink it, and we started back.
Alan got fucked up and we had to take care of him, we were gonna hit up the hookah bar but just decided to smoke a bowl and catch a cab back to campus. We put him to bed, ordered pizza and waited. And waited. And waited.
After about 2 hours it got here, we ate and Bobby went to bed. I wish it weren't so late, I need to do laundry. Ah what the hell, I'll have my last few beers and do it buzzed. Hooray for tolerance!
God. We watched The Crow today and it sent me back to the first summer I spent with Kate and my friend Bronwyn. It was beautiful, everyone was so close then. Now I don't talk to Kate and barely ever get to talk to Bron. It hurts to think we can never have that again. Maybe one day I can have something that good again.
Feck was right, though. Being single gets so much easier. I almost couldn't picture myself with anyone. It's pretty sad, actually; I'm forgetting what it was I had. Maybe there was nothing there to begin with.
Hey, I get to go see Dave tomorrow, though. Maybe I'll meet someone who'll make me forget about everything else, even for ten minutes. It'd be nice to remember what love's like. Well, returned love. Unrequited love's been getting me down lately too. It's ridiculous.
Drunk and Bitter Barry, signing off.
Alrighty, so I woke up and decided, hell, I will go in to the office. I hadn't done much last night; coulda but chose to have a quiet night with some folks I know. So tonight I was lookin for adventure. After work Alan and Bobby made it downtown and I met up with em, and we decided to walk to a party on Clinton St. I, not knowing where the hell I was goin, led us in the general direction we needed to go. Until we hit a trainyard.
So after climbing over some train cars we made it out the other side, passed some parked cops without being seen, and made it to the little shithole. We saw a guy bringin beer into it, he waved us over to help carry. We got in and I, bein the lover of shitcockedness I am, had five beers in rapid succession. We listened to some Skynyrd covers and me and Bobby had a shot, I grabbed some more beer for the road and decided to just drink it, and we started back.
Alan got fucked up and we had to take care of him, we were gonna hit up the hookah bar but just decided to smoke a bowl and catch a cab back to campus. We put him to bed, ordered pizza and waited. And waited. And waited.
After about 2 hours it got here, we ate and Bobby went to bed. I wish it weren't so late, I need to do laundry. Ah what the hell, I'll have my last few beers and do it buzzed. Hooray for tolerance!
God. We watched The Crow today and it sent me back to the first summer I spent with Kate and my friend Bronwyn. It was beautiful, everyone was so close then. Now I don't talk to Kate and barely ever get to talk to Bron. It hurts to think we can never have that again. Maybe one day I can have something that good again.
Feck was right, though. Being single gets so much easier. I almost couldn't picture myself with anyone. It's pretty sad, actually; I'm forgetting what it was I had. Maybe there was nothing there to begin with.
Hey, I get to go see Dave tomorrow, though. Maybe I'll meet someone who'll make me forget about everything else, even for ten minutes. It'd be nice to remember what love's like. Well, returned love. Unrequited love's been getting me down lately too. It's ridiculous.
Drunk and Bitter Barry, signing off.