So when I was paying the guy, I gave him a beer for a tip.
I'm almost at the point where I'm too sick of sitting around and feeling sorry for myself. So, looking back, it seems that I spent this whole weekend trying my hardest to distract myself, as best I could, from whatever I was feeling and getting depressed over.
Friday, I went to City Island after school with Matt and Anthony from Stepinac and we drove out to the R.I.P. show in Throggs Neck. That was a good night, like it always is with those guys.
Yesterday, I went into work early, as usual. It was a pretty slow day. I spent a large portion of the work day just sitting around, drinking tea. After work, I grabbed some beers from my dad's and headed up to Skylar's place, where himself, Tex, and Bobby were hanging out. Rena and Kenzie come over, then later on, Tommy and Joey. I got pretty fucking hammered that night when you consider all those beers I drank, one after another. By the time we all left, Bobby, Rena, and myself went out to meet Ant and he drove down to my dad's place, and I was even worse when I got in the car. Right about that point is where I start losing my recollection of that night. There are still some short pieces of memory, but they're all ten to thirty seconds long and aren't accompanied by any sort of sound. But I do remember when we'd finished off the cans and they decided to leave. And at one point, before that, seeing something that hit me harder than a brick to the side of the head when I was searching for some truth. 'Couldn't have been a better way to find out. 'Seems like it was going that way anyway, no surprise there. So, I finished off the can, and walked over and collapsed on the couch. 'A perfect ending.
Today, happened to go by a slight bit easier. I had hell to pay when I woke up after murdering myself with alcohol the night before. The only thing that made me cheerful all morning was when I turned on the news and heard about that nuclear materials that went missing in Russia and could be used to construct a bomb if it ever fell into the wrong hands. I had a good laugh at that one. It helped that I went out for breakfast with my family. But after that I just needed to go home and lay down. I got in touch with Ant, and he told me that Polish Anna was having a birthday party tonight. So I got ready on time, and got him to pick me up before he went. We stopped off and bought out the last of Moma's Heineken for Anna. Then we got to her place and discovered she had a whole fridge full of it. In her apartment, there was myself, Ant, Anna, Polish Dan, Anna Y., Angela, Jen, Esto, Shorty, Dennis, Dave(another Pollock), some Polish guy named Pete, Anna's two friends from school, another Polish dude, Keagan(for a little while),and some chick. Then Lenny, Henry, and Erica stopped by, briefly. All things considered, it was a pretty fun time. We did shots with Anna, watched some Polish movie I couldn't understand, had a long conversation about how there aren't any good blues-metal bands around any more, and talked about the old days for some time after that. 'Not a bad bunch of guys, my old friends.
Dave and Anna wanted to order pizza real badly. So, I called up Dominos and got them to come round. It took them some time because of the snow. So when I was paying the guy, I gave him a beer for a tip. He looked pretty pissed off when I did it, too. Everyone, beforehand, agreed that I must do it. So, why let them down, I figured?
By the time the pizza got there, it was just Anna, Dave and myself, and Anna's Mom had just come home. So Dave and I picked up, and left. He walked out, carrying two pizzas, and I had some buffalo wings. And we sat on the floor, down in the lobby, eating it while the snow came down outside. We eventually got moving, and instead of carrying the two pizzas he'd just paid twenty dollars for, Dave just throws them into the first dumpster we pass by. We walked through CC just talking about all kinds of stuff. I never knew how much he and I agree on. The kid wants to be a Marine, just as I do.
And I'm home now. That was some fuckin' walk to get here. It worked out well enough, that I managed to distract myself successfully for three days now. It's only a matter of time, though, before I wake up tomorrow, my head will be killing me, and it's all going to come back to me, all at once. I'm in a bad way right now. I'm curious to see how this one's going to work out. I bet it'll be worse than the last three times combined, yet a great deal more self-reflective than I would have thought.
Friday, I went to City Island after school with Matt and Anthony from Stepinac and we drove out to the R.I.P. show in Throggs Neck. That was a good night, like it always is with those guys.
Yesterday, I went into work early, as usual. It was a pretty slow day. I spent a large portion of the work day just sitting around, drinking tea. After work, I grabbed some beers from my dad's and headed up to Skylar's place, where himself, Tex, and Bobby were hanging out. Rena and Kenzie come over, then later on, Tommy and Joey. I got pretty fucking hammered that night when you consider all those beers I drank, one after another. By the time we all left, Bobby, Rena, and myself went out to meet Ant and he drove down to my dad's place, and I was even worse when I got in the car. Right about that point is where I start losing my recollection of that night. There are still some short pieces of memory, but they're all ten to thirty seconds long and aren't accompanied by any sort of sound. But I do remember when we'd finished off the cans and they decided to leave. And at one point, before that, seeing something that hit me harder than a brick to the side of the head when I was searching for some truth. 'Couldn't have been a better way to find out. 'Seems like it was going that way anyway, no surprise there. So, I finished off the can, and walked over and collapsed on the couch. 'A perfect ending.
Today, happened to go by a slight bit easier. I had hell to pay when I woke up after murdering myself with alcohol the night before. The only thing that made me cheerful all morning was when I turned on the news and heard about that nuclear materials that went missing in Russia and could be used to construct a bomb if it ever fell into the wrong hands. I had a good laugh at that one. It helped that I went out for breakfast with my family. But after that I just needed to go home and lay down. I got in touch with Ant, and he told me that Polish Anna was having a birthday party tonight. So I got ready on time, and got him to pick me up before he went. We stopped off and bought out the last of Moma's Heineken for Anna. Then we got to her place and discovered she had a whole fridge full of it. In her apartment, there was myself, Ant, Anna, Polish Dan, Anna Y., Angela, Jen, Esto, Shorty, Dennis, Dave(another Pollock), some Polish guy named Pete, Anna's two friends from school, another Polish dude, Keagan(for a little while),and some chick. Then Lenny, Henry, and Erica stopped by, briefly. All things considered, it was a pretty fun time. We did shots with Anna, watched some Polish movie I couldn't understand, had a long conversation about how there aren't any good blues-metal bands around any more, and talked about the old days for some time after that. 'Not a bad bunch of guys, my old friends.
Dave and Anna wanted to order pizza real badly. So, I called up Dominos and got them to come round. It took them some time because of the snow. So when I was paying the guy, I gave him a beer for a tip. He looked pretty pissed off when I did it, too. Everyone, beforehand, agreed that I must do it. So, why let them down, I figured?
By the time the pizza got there, it was just Anna, Dave and myself, and Anna's Mom had just come home. So Dave and I picked up, and left. He walked out, carrying two pizzas, and I had some buffalo wings. And we sat on the floor, down in the lobby, eating it while the snow came down outside. We eventually got moving, and instead of carrying the two pizzas he'd just paid twenty dollars for, Dave just throws them into the first dumpster we pass by. We walked through CC just talking about all kinds of stuff. I never knew how much he and I agree on. The kid wants to be a Marine, just as I do.
And I'm home now. That was some fuckin' walk to get here. It worked out well enough, that I managed to distract myself successfully for three days now. It's only a matter of time, though, before I wake up tomorrow, my head will be killing me, and it's all going to come back to me, all at once. I'm in a bad way right now. I'm curious to see how this one's going to work out. I bet it'll be worse than the last three times combined, yet a great deal more self-reflective than I would have thought.