What the hell is going on? The dust has only begun to fall, crop circles in the carpet.
It's come time to write about what all happened with me on the night of Babylon's reopening. Or at least what I know. I'm really sorry if I pissed anyone off that night. I only hope you can forgive me.
I met up with this guy...attractive at the time, I think. And he goes to Pitt U. So that only made me want to hang out with him more. Which ended up being a really bad idea.
So I remember telling him I was cool to go with him...we were headed back to his apartment. And he kept asking me if someone was looking after me. And I told him over and over that I didn't have a keeper.
I was avoiding the group (and by the group I mean the guys...Brian, Justin, etc. etc.). I don't know why. I just felt funny I guess. About being there...with them. They're all family...and I guess I just felt like the odd "man" out. I don't know why. It's stupid.
But yeah. So I kind of ducked out on them early on and found this guy. (I have no idea his name.) We ended up going to his place. His friends were there. Talking about these pills...yellow ones I think. I don't remember much after that.
The next thing I know...it's way dark and I'm awake in a really unfamiliar place with articles of clothing missing that weren't missing before. Luckily I still had my phone.
I really had no idea who to call. So I dialed the number at the top of my recently called list. Brian.
He was with Justin, naturally, and as it turns out I was a few blocks from the loft. So they walked down and got me out.
Brian punched the guy...he was passed out when I called for help. And Brian thinks he broke the guy's nose. I don't remember how bad it was...but it screwed up Brian's hand pretty well.
So Brian and Justin took me back to the loft. Justin said Brian had to carry me because I was too fucked up to walk on my own.
I stayed there for the night. And Justin brought me home the next morning.
I'm sure somewhere in there Justin had a panic attack or two.
When I talked to him yesterday he kinda went off on me about how much I scared him.
If only he knew... how much I scared myself.
I met up with this guy...attractive at the time, I think. And he goes to Pitt U. So that only made me want to hang out with him more. Which ended up being a really bad idea.
So I remember telling him I was cool to go with him...we were headed back to his apartment. And he kept asking me if someone was looking after me. And I told him over and over that I didn't have a keeper.
I was avoiding the group (and by the group I mean the guys...Brian, Justin, etc. etc.). I don't know why. I just felt funny I guess. About being there...with them. They're all family...and I guess I just felt like the odd "man" out. I don't know why. It's stupid.
But yeah. So I kind of ducked out on them early on and found this guy. (I have no idea his name.) We ended up going to his place. His friends were there. Talking about these pills...yellow ones I think. I don't remember much after that.
The next thing I know...it's way dark and I'm awake in a really unfamiliar place with articles of clothing missing that weren't missing before. Luckily I still had my phone.
I really had no idea who to call. So I dialed the number at the top of my recently called list. Brian.
He was with Justin, naturally, and as it turns out I was a few blocks from the loft. So they walked down and got me out.
Brian punched the guy...he was passed out when I called for help. And Brian thinks he broke the guy's nose. I don't remember how bad it was...but it screwed up Brian's hand pretty well.
So Brian and Justin took me back to the loft. Justin said Brian had to carry me because I was too fucked up to walk on my own.
I stayed there for the night. And Justin brought me home the next morning.
I'm sure somewhere in there Justin had a panic attack or two.
When I talked to him yesterday he kinda went off on me about how much I scared him.
If only he knew... how much I scared myself.