These are some of the magical things I remember from last night.
I got to Charlie's and immediately realized I was too drunk.
Got some booze, was running around the joint.
Decided I was too messed up to smoke in the smokey bar.
Went outside, I remember looking up and seeing Christian.
He had a white tuque on, I remember nothing else.
He gave me a poster where he wrote 'the Cock and the Fucks.
That shit floored me.
I remember Beardo and me sitting on the curb for a while.
Don't remember what was said, or what happened with that.
The security guard was all up in my grill so I pretended that Franc was my boy.
I traded Dan's beer in for a new one.
Because of, well I don't remember.
I left the bar and the bouncer wouldn't let me back in.
I started crying that I couldn't be alone by myself because I was scared.
Just like bawling.
He let me come inside, and Franc/Craig came over.
We smoked some pot, I started puking I guess.
I kicked them out for no reason.
When I woke up in the morning I was drunk and covered in puke.
Also late for work, I got up threw clothes on and left.
Halfway there I realized my shirt had puke on it and my hair wasn't brushed.
I didn't get to brush my teeth either, so puke mouth.
I saw Eben and Adrian, they must of thought I was crazy.
I slowly died at work, I think I might of even passed out once.
Justin came in to help me recover from death.
By the end of the shift I was feeling alright.
I got fried pepperoni at Gus' with Creon and Derrick.
Charlie's kills me.
Close talkers floor me.