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Last night was pretty great. I was planning on writing it off and working on book things (it was a Monday, after all), but Doughhead asked me to come to the We Are Wolves show. I had heard them before and wasn’t exactly stoked, but I remembered how much fun I had on Saturday going out when I wasn’t planning on it, so I went anyway. I bought a mickey of whiskey at the Burrard station, stuck it in the arm of my coat and went to the show.
Jake and MoJo were there, it was Joanna’s real birthday. They were both wicked tanked. Shmoo and Dustin danced on stage with no shirts on even though Dustin wasn’t drunk. That’s what makes him a chief. I still remember the time he was doing the robot at Library Square sober.
Anyway we drank the mickey straight, out of an empty bar glass. Jake got everyone after party passes and we walked to Lotus. We didn’t walk. Something more sinister, I can’t think of a word for it right now. There were lightbulbs, 10 of them, 20 of them, and I fucking punched them all out. Jake punched them after I did, getting the ones I missed and we both got cut up. Jake destroyed a sign at Victory Square because he’s hateful.
At the bar things happened that maybe shouldn’t have and Doughhead has a fat lip and I managed to hit the soap dispenser in the girl’s washroom with a bottle of Stella and man that thing smashed up good and everything was wicked until the bouncer, this guy who comes to the Whip a lot and goes to the bar and drinks and has a tattoo of a glove on his hand grabbed me and ushered me out of the club. Oh wait, what’s this? You don’t want to kick me out just yet? Oh, I see, you want to smash my head against the wall a bunch of times first. Dick. You’re going to be found and you’re going to be tied behind a car and dragged for miles!
We took a cab to Jake’s and we talked about anarchism for an hour or so and then I walked home in the rain. My voice is all scratchy this morning cause I listened to Cloak and sang along. I can’t believe I admitted to that.
If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck, I’d dive to the bottom and never come up.