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Again, I am such a prick. I shuttled my drunken buddies around until the wee hours of the am, not expecting thanks or anything in return, just the knowledge that my friends were safe. However, that all broke down around 4 am this morning when one of the afore mentioned friends calls me up and informs me that he needs yet another ride home. I had dropped him off earlier this morning and basically did everything but tuck him in (which I should have done apparently), and in his drunken wisdom, he decided to hit a couple of after hour clubs after I had left. Dont know how he got there, all I know is at 4 this morning; he had turned into the "crying drunk" wanting a ride home and his mommy. He informed me that I was his best friend, and that he "loved me" heh heh. So, I didnt want to take another chance on getting my much needed handsome rest interrupted, so I pick him up on my motorcycle . He was quite sober when I dropped him off at his place, and now, I was no longer his best friend whom he loved so much, I was the devil; a sadistic bastard who derived pleasure from being in control. HA!, it's so true I guess, but me and karma have this love hate relationship, and it works for me so damn the torpedoes, bring on the pain, full speed ahead.
Happy New Year, I'm taking a nap.