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[mad_byron]

After drinking myself into a stupor, having been rushed to hospice and had my stomach pumped (I'm surprised fish didn't swim out), I'm feeling quite serene.

I suppose I oughtn't do that again...I daresay being unconcious is better than being alone.

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[alias_elias]

Umm...did they suggest therapy? Because it sounds like it might help to have someone to talk to. Who isn't a part of your situation, that is.

[mad_byron]

Therapy? Those quacks?

No, they won't solve my problems, my friend. They're far too deep; like the roots of an old gnarled tree.

[eliza_phelp]

God. You couldn't have invited me over? I say we have a drink-off. First to be rushed to the hospital wins.

[mad_byron]

I'm going to a movie with Topher and Jane. And then I'm going to think a while, and then maybe I'll consider the attempt again. But not before then.

[aj_of_hippo]

If you did without me, I'd kill you both.

And then I'd say a hundred Hail Maries.

[aj_of_hippo]

You poor thing.

If it isn't too forward of me, your Lordship, I would be honored if you would join me for a trip to Italy, although the notice is short (I leave Tuesday). You can come, meet some of the most amusing boys on the planet, and drink 'till your hearts content. And I won't even drag you to Mass.

[mad_byron]

Let's be off. I may only be worth a hundred hail marys, but I'm ready to be the rat jumping off this sinking ship.

I need new boys. Badly. And I always need more drinking.

[playful_jane]

Which of course means that after the movie tonight I suppose I'll have to make us all dinner. I've actually been craving pork lately, of all things. Would that be all right with you and Topher?