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So I ran into the girl that I had been most looking forward to seeing even since before I arrived, at the pool hall the other night. Wow that was bad english. The only problem was I was far too fucked up to advantage of the opportunity. At least I was straight up honest with her, I would love to see you right now, but I'm far to fucked up to talk. That's understandable right? I mean we've all been there before. Ricky had my back though and got her number for me. But why haven't I called her yet? I mean it doesn't help that I spent the entire weekend in lala land. But I saw her friday night and now it's Tuesday. That's bad enough by the way, somehow losing a weekend. I mean I kind of remember, but everything is hazy like a dream when you wake up, and the harder you grasp at it the more fleeting the image.
Maybe if I get my act together and go out for a cigarette I'll feel better.
Maybe if I get my act together and go out for a cigarette I'll feel better.