Stumbling is easy...go ahead try it.
It's amazing how quickly a good night can turn into a bad night. It's also amazing that I'm still alive. It seems somewhere between buying drinks for the cute girl who makes my burritos and running into the cute girl I met last week that I lost control. The last good piece of advice I remember recieving was "you shouldn't talk to her so wasted". I probably didn't take that advice. I do remember that on the way home a stranger laughed and pointed at me saying "that guy is drunk!" The walk home was terrible, and took forever, passing several friends on the way who commented on my state of affairs. I'm sure the story gets better if I asked them what they thought of my stumbling theatrics. Safely in the confines of my home at last, I spun like a 4 year old on the spinning thing on the playground. Then I puked, and passed out on the cold dirty pink tile that surrounds my bathroom. I closed my eyes on another sad chapter called the blackout diaries.
the Omega
the Omega
posted by theOmega at 10:15 AM
3 Comments:
last i saw of you that night, you were getting a flash flood to the face. your general, initial reaction, which i admired, was mostly this: "well...that happened."
ok here's the funny thing...i just re-read that post and realized that it was from a month ago, not last night, thus making my original comment invalid...how these kent nights tend to blur together...
yes that chapter has yet to be printed, coming soon. I hope.
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