Last night, once again, was a night.
Drinking 'pensive whiskey with Caroline in her dark apartment.
Off to Shortys for Pinball. Ben shows and leaves. I make some new friends, who do lines of coke at a table, and offer me one. They don't know eachothers names, and don't want to know, but I think were fucking. Odd. Weird swingers? Who knows. Writing my phone number and funhouses on her arm, cause she's worried about me driving.
Running down 2nd street, not noticing some construction, face planting it.
Ouch.
Picking up Caroline, making up stories about HER being the cause of it, and telling everyone at the Funhouse she punched me. Pouring expensive whiskey from a flask on my face as a disinfectant all night. Getting very hammered at Funhouse. Strangers, running into people I was at their apartment until the wee hours of the morning, and low and behold their the main band of the night. Ben having to help me find my way back "home" because I couldn't remember where I parked the van.
Waking up in the morning with
this on my arm, and I have no idea who did it, or who's number it is. Oh, and with a splitting head ache, a fucking throbbing face, and I think my hand might be broken. Considering it. It hurts.
That's a night.
Drinking 'pensive whiskey with Caroline in her dark apartment.
Off to Shortys for Pinball. Ben shows and leaves. I make some new friends, who do lines of coke at a table, and offer me one. They don't know eachothers names, and don't want to know, but I think were fucking. Odd. Weird swingers? Who knows. Writing my phone number and funhouses on her arm, cause she's worried about me driving.
Running down 2nd street, not noticing some construction, face planting it.
Ouch.
Picking up Caroline, making up stories about HER being the cause of it, and telling everyone at the Funhouse she punched me. Pouring expensive whiskey from a flask on my face as a disinfectant all night. Getting very hammered at Funhouse. Strangers, running into people I was at their apartment until the wee hours of the morning, and low and behold their the main band of the night. Ben having to help me find my way back "home" because I couldn't remember where I parked the van.
Waking up in the morning with
this on my arm, and I have no idea who did it, or who's number it is. Oh, and with a splitting head ache, a fucking throbbing face, and I think my hand might be broken. Considering it. It hurts.That's a night.
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andseriously this spider business sucks. wtf. i dont know what to do to avoid it