I’ve finally got some time to myself to sit down and write an update. The thing is, I really don’t want to @ the moment. I hadn’t really thought of what I’d say.... It’s probably because I haven’t been on here as much as of late. I’m sure it will all start to flow out of me
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Me dale and tash meet up early in the afternoon and start drinking into the evening. Our travels take us to the arms after tash goes home. While we're placing our orders, the bartender sees a tall can in my pocket and proceeds to pick pocket me. We try to assure her we were not planning on drinking the forigen beer in her place but never the less she remains pissed. I give her my backpack as assurance we have no other liquer. So we order a pitcher and fries. After our 1st round Dale somehow gets into it with the bartender. Just trying to use reason to explain the situation and get the tall can back but she's not having it. Infact apperently she had gone into my bag and found the unopened mickey inside. While arguing with dale she proceeds to OPEN the thing and threaten to call the cops. Dale hears cops and disappears as we're under conditions at this point. So i'm left in the bar, surrounded by a pissy bartender and some uppity regulars demanding I pay the bill.... except i'm broke. Dale was supposed to pay for me. So I am detained. Lucky for me, Stephen (AN OLD ENEMY OF MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) was also at the bar. I quickly explain the situation and he does me a solid and pays the bill. I make a quick exit even litterally pushing the bitch bartender out of the way and make into the trees/path behind the parking lot just in time to see cruisers searching with the spotlights on main and behind the bar.
Now the thing that really bothered me most is that:
1.) Dale STILL believes he did nothing wrong. I've tried to explain if he really had to go he could have dropped a 20 b4 he bounced and it would have made all the dif between him saving his own ass and throwing me under a fucking bus.
2.) I think if the situation was reversed i would have stayed. Or at least let dale know i was leaving.
remembering this actually makes me fucking mad about it again
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Maybe it's better this way - nobody needs friends like that, man.
And don't get bummed about Karl and whoever not helping you move. Friends who will actually get up off their ass and do stuff for you are few and far between. Most won't do anything. That being said, Rob did carry all the heavy shit out to my car when I moved out last week... i'll blog about that now.
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