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it was either sit at home by myself or go to johnson city. i chose johnson city. we stopped for a drink that i had to drink with a quickness that i just didn't have in me before going next door. 'captured by robots' was about to play. what looked to be the setup for chucky cheese impressed me for approximately 30 seconds. i actually had a flashback to when i was in elementary school. the gorilla at chucky cheese would come out and wander around. a meet and greet with the children. i, however, wanted no part in this monstrosity, so i hid under the table. as soon as we entered the hideaway and i saw a fucking ape, i looked for a table to hide under, but i couldn't see through the legs of the sheep. i'm always afraid that if i stay in the hideaway too long, i'll start looking like them. i stare at my skin, waiting for tattoos to appear. i check my face for piercings and my body for any trend that might have snuck up unannounced. so far so good.
we went outside after a short time that seemed like ages in my head. we sat in the gazebo, smoking and talking about silent hill. soon, a hobo wandered over and he was encouraged to become part of our circle. i played against him in crossfire and he beat me the first round. and he kept saying he didn't know what he was doing. pshaw.
i remembered just a few minutes ago that last week i stopped at some gas station in colonial heights that i've been to maybe 5 times in my entire life. standing in line, waiting to pay i noticed that there was a lottery ticket on the ground. upon further inspection, i found that it hadn't been scratched yet. i put it in my pocket. i thought that surely this was it, my 'ticket' [har har] out. i kept it in my car for a few hours before scratching it off. it was a LOSER. i didn't even win $2 to buy another ticket. fuck that. i knew luck didn't exist. now i have more proof for my proof box.
it's now after 3 a.m. and i'm seriously considering sleeping in the bathtub.
we went outside after a short time that seemed like ages in my head. we sat in the gazebo, smoking and talking about silent hill. soon, a hobo wandered over and he was encouraged to become part of our circle. i played against him in crossfire and he beat me the first round. and he kept saying he didn't know what he was doing. pshaw.
i remembered just a few minutes ago that last week i stopped at some gas station in colonial heights that i've been to maybe 5 times in my entire life. standing in line, waiting to pay i noticed that there was a lottery ticket on the ground. upon further inspection, i found that it hadn't been scratched yet. i put it in my pocket. i thought that surely this was it, my 'ticket' [har har] out. i kept it in my car for a few hours before scratching it off. it was a LOSER. i didn't even win $2 to buy another ticket. fuck that. i knew luck didn't exist. now i have more proof for my proof box.
it's now after 3 a.m. and i'm seriously considering sleeping in the bathtub.