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there was a party. Some guy thought it would be ok to steal my boots so I told him a thing or two. He said "this girl talks like John Wayne," and kind of sneered and looked back at his buddies, who weren't laughing. He had given me a very complimentary insult. I suppose I made a lot of friends that night, the kind forged in alcohol that dissolve in the toilet bowl with the stomach acid and the bread and the water, but turning skeptics into fans is more rewarding. By the end of the night that boot stealer was hugging me and thanking me for not being another idiot, and I was wishing I could say the same. I saw the sunrise for the first time in a long time that morning and I don't see how it was supposed to be beatiful. If I'm up in time to see gold clouds I think it's an alarm that warns "uh oh, this day is going to get slept through completely." When i woke up at 1pm I set about living up to my standard as an American movie cowboy by buying underwear and making over thirty tarts. If we don't make it in life then I doubt anyone will.