uhg... just when yoyu think you have it,... you..?
ugh
i acted really dumb the other nite; after hanging out with some of my reasonableably "with-it" friends on the evening of 4/20, they whent home to rest before classes in the morning, but i being a dummy wanting to go out for one double drink, my local bar is only a block away, so one drink and the bar got horriblily boring so i whent down the street two more blocks to a more hopping bar, it was nicer, but by the time i was kicked out, bar time i was so dumb, i picked-up a new crack head friend, this old lady at the first bar, all she did while i was there was sing and dance to some shenia twain song she sung to herself in the back corner of the bar, well she was sying it was her birthday and she wanted some crack, these two mexican guys tryed to talk to her, but no one was really communicating with any body, people were just saying what they wanted, my crack-head friend = crack, the two guys = social interaction = sex, me = im not sure, i probally would have gone for ether, but i said i would walk her home, because i have seen her before in the bar and she told me she lived right down the street, well long story short: she ran off with my 30 bucks while she was supposed to come back to my place and share a rock with me,... i was curious, somethings i haven't tryed before... but twas for the best, i would feel worse if i had shared that rock... drinking and talking just don't mix...no more meeting people drunk
live and learn
ugh
i acted really dumb the other nite; after hanging out with some of my reasonableably "with-it" friends on the evening of 4/20, they whent home to rest before classes in the morning, but i being a dummy wanting to go out for one double drink, my local bar is only a block away, so one drink and the bar got horriblily boring so i whent down the street two more blocks to a more hopping bar, it was nicer, but by the time i was kicked out, bar time i was so dumb, i picked-up a new crack head friend, this old lady at the first bar, all she did while i was there was sing and dance to some shenia twain song she sung to herself in the back corner of the bar, well she was sying it was her birthday and she wanted some crack, these two mexican guys tryed to talk to her, but no one was really communicating with any body, people were just saying what they wanted, my crack-head friend = crack, the two guys = social interaction = sex, me = im not sure, i probally would have gone for ether, but i said i would walk her home, because i have seen her before in the bar and she told me she lived right down the street, well long story short: she ran off with my 30 bucks while she was supposed to come back to my place and share a rock with me,... i was curious, somethings i haven't tryed before... but twas for the best, i would feel worse if i had shared that rock... drinking and talking just don't mix...no more meeting people drunk
live and learn
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crackhead ladies don't make good friends.