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with the taste of the last cigarette on my teeth, the stolen hat and tie, much too much to drink.. she`s still on my mind and I`m thinking I need a new distraction... I need to get laid, and there are 4 men around, 3 of which show interest, none of which is what I really want... and I fear they wouldn`t really want me if they knew me any more than in a passing sense.. as is how it usually ends up... I feel like such crap; I`ve really got to stop with the thinking-thing.