febo

tonite was pretty out there. picked up a shift. sunday nite is good because it's the best nite to be off if you are a bartender, hence, i am taking good money in all nite w/ no hassle. then the lady that i lost my virginity to who ended up like seven years later fucking my friend (married now) called me at work to aplogize about it. that's cool and all i guess, i asked if it were part of a twelve step program. she said no and i felt bad for a sec. but holy shit, this went down like nine years ago. why are you calling me at work for this and bummed you aren't getting conversation? rhetorical of course.

then some girl tried to steal my glasses. brutally.

then i got high.
then it was ten thirty.
then some drunk out of town customer offered to sell his stupid rental car to me for 5 dollars. i got him down to three and then threw him out.
then i got complimented on my buckcherry/cocteau twins dueling random cd battle on the house stereo.

and on top of that...well i think the 'my friend has been passed out in the car for two hours and i've been sitting here drinking. is that bad of me? you, know as a friend?' conversation i had will have to come up later here after hilarious formulation of course.

wasn't my friend, wasn't my car.

i drive a truck,
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