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saturday night was rough.
i did something dicky. was leaving a party, when a friend said "no you gotta check this out before you go, man, look look"... at first i was like "fuck you whatever" and went for the cab--- but they insisted i look in this room.
the party was in a huge kind of abandoned warehouse on the fourth floor. there was a small room on the first floor right by the stairwell.
i looked in and saw someone i know covered in their own vomit. i sighed and put my hand out. this person has done this before. and it's usually an act. i had her hand and she said something like "i'm sorry i'm sorry" then threw up on herself.
i sighed again. let go of her hand. and left.
the people who wanted me to go look thought i would take care of her and stood there open-mouthed saying things like "you aren't going to do anything?" "you're going to leave your friend like that?"
....i shrugged and got into a cab.
i dropped my friend off and walked over to the bar to see who was out. it confused me when it was closed. that's when i realized it was 6:30 in the morning. i feel guilty that i don't feel guilty for leaving her on the floor. she is not a kid. she has a fucking kid.
sunday was rough.
i was drunk by 7 in the afternoon. my friend got fired from her job and is annoyed that i drank at her former place of employment. i remember rum and cokes and walking back to the bar. next thing i wake up a little before 11 the next morning in someone's apartment. i knew where i was (i kind of like where i was) and i felt them laying behind me. it felt nice to be warm and safe for a bit. i rolled over to say good morning and got a mouth full of dog tongue. she had already left for work. it's kind of cool that she trusted me enough to leave me alone in her apartment. i went for coffee with a friend and walked him to work.
i was completely avoiding going home. i walked around aimlessly, visiting people at their jobs. procrastinating the inevitable trip home.
and it payed off. i had an amazing day. enjoyed long conversations with my best friend when he got out of work. had amazing beer at some beer garden. wine (i dont even like wine) in some insanely crowded wine bar, and dinner and margaritas at a new restaraunt where i used the girl's bathroom because people were having sex against the glass door leading to the men's room.
life is good.
even with this song haunting my thoughts all day:
do you care if i don't know what to say?
will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
will i shake this off, pretend its all okay
that there's someone out there who feels just like me
there is
i did something dicky. was leaving a party, when a friend said "no you gotta check this out before you go, man, look look"... at first i was like "fuck you whatever" and went for the cab--- but they insisted i look in this room.
the party was in a huge kind of abandoned warehouse on the fourth floor. there was a small room on the first floor right by the stairwell.
i looked in and saw someone i know covered in their own vomit. i sighed and put my hand out. this person has done this before. and it's usually an act. i had her hand and she said something like "i'm sorry i'm sorry" then threw up on herself.
i sighed again. let go of her hand. and left.
the people who wanted me to go look thought i would take care of her and stood there open-mouthed saying things like "you aren't going to do anything?" "you're going to leave your friend like that?"
....i shrugged and got into a cab.
i dropped my friend off and walked over to the bar to see who was out. it confused me when it was closed. that's when i realized it was 6:30 in the morning. i feel guilty that i don't feel guilty for leaving her on the floor. she is not a kid. she has a fucking kid.
sunday was rough.
i was drunk by 7 in the afternoon. my friend got fired from her job and is annoyed that i drank at her former place of employment. i remember rum and cokes and walking back to the bar. next thing i wake up a little before 11 the next morning in someone's apartment. i knew where i was (i kind of like where i was) and i felt them laying behind me. it felt nice to be warm and safe for a bit. i rolled over to say good morning and got a mouth full of dog tongue. she had already left for work. it's kind of cool that she trusted me enough to leave me alone in her apartment. i went for coffee with a friend and walked him to work.
i was completely avoiding going home. i walked around aimlessly, visiting people at their jobs. procrastinating the inevitable trip home.
and it payed off. i had an amazing day. enjoyed long conversations with my best friend when he got out of work. had amazing beer at some beer garden. wine (i dont even like wine) in some insanely crowded wine bar, and dinner and margaritas at a new restaraunt where i used the girl's bathroom because people were having sex against the glass door leading to the men's room.
life is good.
even with this song haunting my thoughts all day:
do you care if i don't know what to say?
will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
will i shake this off, pretend its all okay
that there's someone out there who feels just like me
there is