Really? Like, really? I honestly don't remember that, but I feared the worst. And so, I'm sorry if that's how it went down. For a few hours that night, I wasn't me. Vodka & Red Bull on an empty stomach brings out the Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll, you know? Well, yes: you do know. But that allusion is the only apt one, I feel -- I very much lost control, abandoned my "self." The philosophical ramifications aren't pretty. I've never felt so awful as I did the next morning. And that's not hyperbole -- I really haven't felt that awful. I kept having these panic attack-esque things. I'm not sure what's going on.
Ergo, when you think "Artscape '06," I'd prefer you to remember the "literary character" Dan, holding a black umbrella at the Shawan Rd. Park & Ride. (Sober.)
Man, I have no idea where that umbrella went, either. Great. I hate you, Schenley Vodka.
Anyway, I apologize, again. Real cool, indeed. You don't deserve that.
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So -- uh -- if you have any idea what I was doing, that'd be cool.
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real cool dan
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Ergo, when you think "Artscape '06," I'd prefer you to remember the "literary character" Dan, holding a black umbrella at the Shawan Rd. Park & Ride. (Sober.)
Man, I have no idea where that umbrella went, either. Great. I hate you, Schenley Vodka.
Anyway, I apologize, again. Real cool, indeed. You don't deserve that.
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