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wow. nothing i can type right now will explain things correctly, which is fine, like it matters if i put down some accurate account. it is pretty weird tho, and i'm still thinking about it. brief summary - there was extreme drama tonight at the last possible moment and i've been wondering if i'm in there. strangely, my drama avoiding ass is actually interested in figuring out what's going on. i mean, i was there front and center, i saw it all, and i kinda wanna know what the deal is. crazy asses. the parking lot. dude, i've got like 20 seconds until i'm gone and don't escape untouched. weirdness abounds.

the real point is 225. 225. my man, my fucking companion for all that is worth being here for, mike, thirsty, the champion, broke 200 tonight. it's just a hobby, it sounds goofy to analyze it, but it's really fucking cool to work something weekly because you dig it and you love your participants and you want to see improvement for no other reason than it's something to fucking do and stop thinking about everything for a while. to line it up, and for 30 minutes find a random groove and compile 8 or 9 of your 15 for the night into one game and fucking get it. it's fucking rad and i like to see it. i don't care if it's downplayed and taken lightly, i don't even care if it's really felt that way and i've over thought it's merit. i wanted it, he wanted it, and he fucking got it. that's kick ass.