City
I've come to enjoy bar-hopping and drinking until the rhythm moves me. It's petty confidence, and like the other night, I missed my opportunity to give at least some attention to a girl who's friend was getting all of it. I stood there like a fool debating about what to say and how to retort (if things didn't go well). It was there, but the trigger wasn't pulled until someone else swooped in. Lost my chance, but there's no bitching. My new friend and I left and met some cool folk 2 blocks from his flat. They invited us to a roof-top party the next night, all to find out the really cute\smart girl from BlackRock had a boyfriend. The second I stepped foot in her 1 Bedroom apartment with all her friends from Delaware, the skateboard, 2 bikes, XBox, 4k TV, was more of a sign than if it were the smell of B.O. The apartment smelt of sangria, so I couldn't care less. Her friends, amazingly funny, but last night did spark a fire within me. I'm sure you can guess that some changes are coming along, and I need to find some way to move to the city. FC is so fucking quiet, ambulances will only flash their lights. It;s a cesspool of NOTHING, and it's the bane\atrophy\cancer to my one time adventure in my 20's...