kissing with girls and kicking communists
Went to a party that made me tired of life, so i sat at the edge of the stage and a girl wanted to make out, she said she wanted to grab my lovehandles and "bounce me up and down". How exactly she would get me to bounce was not explained but at some point i suppose i must have looked like a kid in the supermarket going on the second confused hour without mommy so she asked if i wanted to find hannibal and i sure did. Hannibal my trustworthy brother at all times, took me home and stole sandwiches for us in 7-11 on the way. At some point the terrible commy party all begun to yell "free palestine" but in a way that mostly resembled a drunk happy crowd asking for the german party band for an encore. It made feel like death. When the crowd gave up on their cherry political agenda there remained one exceptionally merry man, still chanting, so I walked over to him and his friends, pushed him in the chest so that he stumbled back 5 steps or so and then I yelled at him to shut the fuck up and walked back to my waterhole at the bar. The young dog did shut the fuck up, immediately, which i suppose must mean that there is a god after all, or perhaps that I am god, which by now wouldn't make a difference.