smells like burning
you can run, you can hide, you can feed your foolish pride
you can use, and abuse, in the end you always lose
i cheated myself at solitaire
i hated last night. it was turning out to be such an incredible night. work was long and i am tired. but my friend's going-away party was going on and i had to go. a bottle of really good tequila and my best friend. a train ride a little drunk.
party in the ghetto. there was a bonfire. my insane friends were burning a huge wooden cross. which is funny, because we were in the worst neighborhood in new york city. right next to marcy projects. what up biggie.
my friend smacked someone in the head with a burning log. the kid deserved it. later, my other friends tried to force an apology out of him, and as he shook the kid's hand, the kid pulled him in and burned him in the face with a cigaret.
and somehow, i'm the ass out of all of this. i should have let him destroy that kid. instead i was drunk and no one had our back. no one. so i got him to leave with me. and now i'm the dick and hated.
so i drank some more whiskey and called someone at 4 in the morning.
besides the sex, last night ate it.
i agree with you, vac... saturday night should be shot... right in it's fucking cross-burning face.
12th day straight of work YEAH!