The morning after
we went to the bar last night. I don't remember many of the details, but here's what i do know: I'm hung over, I'm missing 50 bucks and I have two temporary tattoos on my arms. i remember smoking at least 4 or 5 cigarettes, which is about 3 more than i've smoked in all my time leading up to this point. based on how my head/stomach feels, i must have been doing shots of spoiled milk and then smashing the glass with my skull. I'm not really sure what prompted such an assault on my body, but i think it was because chris and i couldn't find any friends to drink with so we got stupid out of spite.
the phrase of the night, uttered by the drunk stranger next to me: "I don't have morals but i have standards"
it's been about 6 months since i was that drunk and i hope it'll be much longer before i visit that world again. But on the plus side, i do now have a blinking miller light pin that i stole from a waitress who was hot from far away but cracked and haggard up close.
2 comments:
thanks, dick. you've won the prize for being the first person to comment on my lost collegiate ability to drink a man to death.
now everyone knows full well that i have nothing left in life.
stay in school kids. or don't. it doesn't matter.
better luck next time buddy.
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