Allo,
My friend Sarah called up and asked me to show her how to get to a pornstore in another city near where I used to work. She was in the market for her first pipe. I didn't know she smoked (not really being a smoker myself, I usually notice which of my friends do). A pretty quick trip and she was happy with the selections and prices. She was as excited as a little girl in the mid sixties getting her first Barbie doll. It was cute.
We were chillin' a bit back at my house when a got a call that a bunch of people were heading down to the bar and they wanted to know if I would come by. I usually never get invited to these things (despite that everyone seems to like me), so I was very happy and of course wanting to show up.
My night from there became filled with faces and voices. Walking into the bar, I first saw Claire (an ex co worker and casual friend). We sat and talked a little while while other friends were gesturing for me to come on down to their table.
Next was Alex a kid I grew up with. Then Jenny at the bar while working my way to the table. Finally, I made it to the table and there were eight people instead of the four I expected. It was nice.
We moved down the street to a bigger bar to play games and the such. We lost three on the way over. Everyone was getting along and people who I don't normally see were talking to me like good friends. It was getting late and people started heading home. I ended up catching up with an old high school aquantince and eventually ended up her house to continue our conversation. She lives with an old friend and they have made a kid together (and should prolly be married sometime down the line). I finally made it home at four thirty and still had to take my brother home.
Busy night, a nice chnage from my usual book reading, card playing, music listening nights alone.
Cheers, Brian Scott
(edited to include what I forgot to mention: Wesley Willis is dead. He diead yesterday).
Noise:
Lyrics Born "Bad Dreams"
Mason Jennings "Butterfly"
Dosh "You Can't Make Me Cry"
My friend Sarah called up and asked me to show her how to get to a pornstore in another city near where I used to work. She was in the market for her first pipe. I didn't know she smoked (not really being a smoker myself, I usually notice which of my friends do). A pretty quick trip and she was happy with the selections and prices. She was as excited as a little girl in the mid sixties getting her first Barbie doll. It was cute.
We were chillin' a bit back at my house when a got a call that a bunch of people were heading down to the bar and they wanted to know if I would come by. I usually never get invited to these things (despite that everyone seems to like me), so I was very happy and of course wanting to show up.
My night from there became filled with faces and voices. Walking into the bar, I first saw Claire (an ex co worker and casual friend). We sat and talked a little while while other friends were gesturing for me to come on down to their table.
Next was Alex a kid I grew up with. Then Jenny at the bar while working my way to the table. Finally, I made it to the table and there were eight people instead of the four I expected. It was nice.
We moved down the street to a bigger bar to play games and the such. We lost three on the way over. Everyone was getting along and people who I don't normally see were talking to me like good friends. It was getting late and people started heading home. I ended up catching up with an old high school aquantince and eventually ended up her house to continue our conversation. She lives with an old friend and they have made a kid together (and should prolly be married sometime down the line). I finally made it home at four thirty and still had to take my brother home.
Busy night, a nice chnage from my usual book reading, card playing, music listening nights alone.
Cheers, Brian Scott
(edited to include what I forgot to mention: Wesley Willis is dead. He diead yesterday).
Noise:
Lyrics Born "Bad Dreams"
Mason Jennings "Butterfly"
Dosh "You Can't Make Me Cry"
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Beautiful Gorey tat tho.