this could be interesting....
so, about 10:30 this morning i awoke to the sound of... wait... what time is it? FUCK! i'm late for work.
as i'm running through the shower, i realize i feel pretty good. very good. liberated. like a big weight is gone.
i think back, trying to remember an event during the previous night that could have triggered such a feeling...
hmmm... the last memory of the night is Dug, telling me everyone is heading out and that i'm on my own.
nothing too bad so far, other than a gaping hole in my memory, which is a fairly common occurrence.
*shrug* maybe it was just my "outta the hospital" joke thingy, then.
i check my phone... no pics, a few drunk dials (what was i on about, Dug?) , a few outgoing messages (sorry, thanise) with the responses deleted. suspicious, but nothing too incriminating.
i get out to my car, check the trunk for dead hookers (none).
everything is looking copesetic until i get into the car. my laptop and camera are still in the car (no biggie), but my map of chicago is unfolded on the passenger's seat with a bar coaster on it. flying dog. with the following quote:
"Don't let anyone make you eat shit."
-George Stranahan
anything interesting in the news up there?
so, about 10:30 this morning i awoke to the sound of... wait... what time is it? FUCK! i'm late for work.
as i'm running through the shower, i realize i feel pretty good. very good. liberated. like a big weight is gone.
i think back, trying to remember an event during the previous night that could have triggered such a feeling...
hmmm... the last memory of the night is Dug, telling me everyone is heading out and that i'm on my own.
nothing too bad so far, other than a gaping hole in my memory, which is a fairly common occurrence.
*shrug* maybe it was just my "outta the hospital" joke thingy, then.
i check my phone... no pics, a few drunk dials (what was i on about, Dug?) , a few outgoing messages (sorry, thanise) with the responses deleted. suspicious, but nothing too incriminating.
i get out to my car, check the trunk for dead hookers (none).
everything is looking copesetic until i get into the car. my laptop and camera are still in the car (no biggie), but my map of chicago is unfolded on the passenger's seat with a bar coaster on it. flying dog. with the following quote:
"Don't let anyone make you eat shit."
-George Stranahan
anything interesting in the news up there?
varuka_salt:
Where did you take those ruin pictures? I grew up in Joliet, (I escaped a few years ago, but I still have family there.), but I didn't recognize that place. Kinda looks like Pilcher Park. I just saw your profile on the forums.