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Last night I went down town with my best friend who was here for a night. Ended up being the same night as my friends show at the local music-type-hangout place. I had told him I might go, forgot that the show was even happening, and ended up in front of the place just after his band started playing. So we went in and watched them play. Saw the local drunkard who I went to high school with, he rememberd me a little this time. He's always wasted on multiple drugs and such so no one takes offense when he can't remember them. Also saw the one of the hippie guys from high school who was a few years ahead of me, it's funny because he has no idea who I am but I know a lot about him from listening him talk in art classes. Then we went to Perkins, and talked for a while.
Whenever I hang out with her and we have slightly serious talks, I remember how few experiences I have. Everyone's lives are scarred and marked and painted by the people they have met and the things they have done. But I have no scars or paint. The only mistake I have made is not making any mistakes.