Reality bites
I ended up hanging out with Flesh Wizard last night. I got to see some friends and hear some cool music. I had some interesting and respectful conversations with my fellow patrons, while enjoying some nice cool water. All the while staying dry and cozy inside. All in all, I am proud to say it was a fun and responsible night.
I really wish that was true. That would be my entire update, right there. Here’s what actually happened:
Beer beer Bainbridge island girls puking in an alley beer beer pizza out of the back of a dude's truck beer drunk Carlos Mencia’s date pinching me beer the same lady rubbing my belly because I "was asking for it” beer same lady trying to kiss me but boxing club skills taking over and narrowly avoiding her face-hole with bobs and weaves why wont my buddy help me out here the realization that Flesh Wizard likes to watch beer beer fuck I ate pizza I need a haircut.
I’m thinking that if I can just cut out the actual food part of stupid (but awesomely fun) nights like these, I’d be mostly ok, but since I still haven’t figured out how to do that, I’m just going to keep on not observing cheat day for a few more weeks.
This has been a bummer week for Seattle. You might not see it by looking out the window, but the city got a little bit smaller.
