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Aug 13, 2006 17:34

It’s gotta be Sunday…I think. I started drinking at 10 pm Saturday and passed out at 1 pm Sunday. I woke up at 4 pm in Steve’s bed. Now I can’t sleep, but badly need too.

We drank at Rachael’s place. Made a drinking game with a draydl. The played cards. They have an elevator in their home. Steve and I watched three moves then just waited until morning for our ride. Steve poured some shit all over me so I smell like autumn breeze or something. I got him back though.

I remember going back to Steves and watch Jay play video games. I must have passed out then Steve gave me his bed. When I woke up Cooper just laughed at me. As he should.

During out movie watching Steve didn’t come back for like an hour. I searched the house and couldn’t find him. He was passed out, in a fetal position, on the back deck. I woke him and we watched more movies.

Andy walked an hour on the treadmill then left.

Steve stepped in dog shit and tracked it around the house.

We drank 4 bottles of liquor and two cases of beer. I wish I remembered passing out. But I didn’t act a fool because no one called me on it. Wonderful. I was told I was passed out for an hour. No one wrote on me because I drank for a day. You can’t fault a man for that.

I want to sleep this off, but can’t.

Good times. Just sitting and drinking until dawn, past dawn. I am more booze than man right now. I don’t even know if I’m drunk or tired or neither.
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