Retiring Old Things, Moving on to New Things

[sobyronic]

So, I have retired Banged by Byron. You know, as a part of my sidebar on my journal. There will still be Banged by Byron posts, however. In fact? Let's have one now

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[dylanofthesea]

... you want whiskey?

[sobyronic]

When the semester starts, fuck yes. I have to stay sober until I'm out of the halfway house, though. Fucking people treating me like I'm some kind of addict.

[gothicscalpel]

Because you are. In fact, you're several kinds of addict.

[sobyronic]

And who kept me drugged so he could feel special?

[baronpontmercy]

I don't think I've had an opportunity to express a real hello yet, Byron, since our paths failed to cross when I arrived at Meridian. I'm glad to hear you're back to your usual self. Said with all sincerity, too.

[sobyronic]

Hello! And I'm all me. Some people might not like how me I am, though.

[aftermanydays]

Hey, I'm in an apartment this year, or will be. So feel free to drop by anytime, the cottage was /fun/. I don't think my garden will ever be the same. Or that frying pan's handle. It wasn't meant to do that.

[sobyronic]

I'm sorry about the frying pan. Um. I thought it would be stronger than that. Also? I left some of my stuff in your car. You know what I mean. I can pick it up once I'm in Bartleby?

[aftermanydays]

It's ok, it was a cheap-ass frying pan or it wouldn't have done /that/. I replaced it. But yeah, you can get that stuff. If I can get it through Customs...maybe I better mail it to myself so you can get it back. Can you mail /that/? Oh, wait, there are online shops for that, of course you can.

Want some plum jam, too?

[shehathstood]

Um.

Really?

[bysshe_please]

By coincidence, I have bourbon and cigarettes and videogames. But I got my baby girl at home, too, so I have to be a responsible motherfucker. Ain't life a bitch, bro?

[bravenewhuxley]

Bah. You also have a built-in part-time English nanny come fall. :)

[sobyronic]

Hello, English nanny. Do you spank all bad boys?

[earltwo2point0]

Yes.

If you want proof, I'll show you the handprints on my derriere. :D

[bipoelar]

I'm very relieved to hear you are doing so well.

Even if you're not pleased about its consequences.

Um. ...is the restriction on alcohol permanent? I hope it's not. I- well. There's a fresh batch done, and a bottle with your name on it. A sort of glad-you're-getting-better gift.

[sobyronic]

Are you fucking kidding me? They can bite me. I'll collect that bottle. I have something for you, too. You might say I owe you one. Or ten. Or a million. Infinity.

[bipoelar]

You don't need to give me anything. I didn't- don't- expect remuneration; it's-

It's enough to know you're improving.

I have a cell phone. It's only local. Cricket. Would you like the number?

[sobyronic]

Hey, here's my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Text me and I'll add you.