Love is a very strange emotion. If you truely have it in your heart it burns for everyone and it makes it easy to embrace the ones you love. If you've burnt out its a reminder of lost time and wasted words and keeps you at a distance from people who would otherwise fall into your arms.
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After my interview I was still dressed to impress so I mostly watched Colin paint. I risked a coat of trim and worked very clean and at one point went to the bathroom, on the way was met by two guys coming into the apartment looking for some girl. I didn't know her but these guys were cocked and thought I might.
They had on wife beaters and stained button downs and two threaded iron bars. I tried to get the story straight and offered them a beer and to get the fuck out of my apartment. They were left in Providence (home town of Swansea sp?) and needed a phone or a cab or something.
I wasn't busy so I took the ride. I demanded a pack of cigarettes and that no crazy iron bars were brought in the car and made it safe to where ever I drove and was hosted as a savior king.
This has seriously been (one of the many) strangest nights of my life.
Weeds - Good TV.
Strangers - Just that.
Getting home safe - Makes me forget about the gash in my ass.
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So last night was New Years Eve. Highlights include cooking with Bre, getting to talk with Dan and Matt, making deals with Larissa, winning at beer pong, calling people the wrong name, toasting with Dan, getting calls from a far, speed boating Savanah and stealing as much shit as I could from mike before leaving.
Not so high lighted: getting totally housed by Mikes sister and putting a new crack in my ass. At some point I fell over (wrestling with mike?) and on to a bit of broken glass which put a huge gash in my ass. It could be worse but honestly, its really gnarly. It needs stitches but I have no health coverage so I just sprayed the shit out of it with new skin and have been laying on my belly.
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The ball keeps rolling, spin it in the right direction.
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Just barely reaching over the bar to slap drunk pre-21 year olds I resort to doing my best to make my insulting tip insults audible in a loud crowded room. Last night I flicked a quarter into the air and caught it in my pocket. I worked for that money.
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Sometimes you find yourself with a rusty old frame of a bike. A bike some kid grew up learning on, fell off of, skinned knees, bought candy, made friends and got away from parents with. Years removed its collecting dust and rusting away but with focused care and attention you can get back on again even if that ride is your last.
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