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i went to hear some excellent music at a place i'd never been to this evening, which was exciting. it was me, one of mark's friends (richard, if you ever heard about him gilly) and three random girls whose relationship to anything else i wasn't totally sure of. so that was good - damian's roommate, billy, was there and he totally hug-ambushed me, which was nice. but THEN i had to walk home along the main Party Street and the first thing i saw was a guy who was bleeding from the head, and THEN i saw a bus driver actually physically throw someone out of the back doors of the bus (this kid just kept on getting back on even after he'd been kicked off, i guess)(and for the record he made a very loud "THUNK" noise when he hit the parked vehicle next to the bus), and everyone was just so aggro. some nights everyone seems to be feeling the love, you know? and others... well, i'm just glad i'm able to walk quickly. i reported mr. headwound to a policeman, who seemed to think i was drunk (no no, that's what YESTERDAY was for), so i hope nothing bad happened to the guy.
what happens to people? you know, they start the night off fully dressed and not bleeding, and end it borderline comatose on the sidewalk next to a convenience store with their shirts half ripped off with blood all over their faces/chests being described as "look at that dumb cunt". amazing! what a transformation.
what happens to people? you know, they start the night off fully dressed and not bleeding, and end it borderline comatose on the sidewalk next to a convenience store with their shirts half ripped off with blood all over their faces/chests being described as "look at that dumb cunt". amazing! what a transformation.