Weekly Update
The Friday before last I was invited to a small house party. I walked to the Old 63 Break Time to rendezvous with my friend Rob. He was working the tail end of his shift. We smoked a cigarette at the picnic table in front of the store and then I waited for a couple of hours for his shift to end. At ten o'clock we hopped on his scooter and rode to the party, singing covers of our favorite music along the way. The first person I met at the party was a cute woman named Hailey, who asked me if I was the "infamous" one. I said it was probably I, but that I would be grateful if she drew her own conclusions about me. She agreed and we talked for a bit. The party went late and I smoked but managed to stay away from the drink for the duration of the party. Mark, one of the traveling kids, was there telling jokes and keeping an eye on his dog. I went to sleep late in the evening in one of the walk-in closets and Rob left for his own home on the scooter. In the morning I mooched a few cigarettes and shot the shit with the few people who remained from the party and one of the tenants of the house, a guy named Jeff (?). A bunch of our mutual friends had gone to St. Louis for a rave and we that remained planned for attendance of our own at another rave near the town's airport.