Saturday, December 27, 2003
The moment I knew Mike Pelletier was a friend for life wasn't when we went to a staff Christmas party and played pick up sticks and talked about Lifetime until 4 in the morning, it was when, on the second weekend I lived with him, that we stayed at home and got drunk and compared the postive and negative consequences of Keith Morris singing for Black Flag.
I think I may have perhaps embarassed my cousin tonight, but she's much too polite to say that I did.
After we finished playing our set tonight, I downed 6 beers in quick sucession, and told one of my friends that he had better stay away from my cousint. I also told him that I had a christmas card with his name on it, I then pointed to my fist.
I talked to a former co-worker tonight and we talked about one early morning he walked by citadel hill and discovered something rather interesting. He was walking home and saw an old man sitting on a park bench. He thought perhaps that the old man was enjoying the sunrise, and that it was rather sweet to see that a distinguished gentleman had risen early enough to glimpse the rising sun. After finishing such a thought, he saw another young man, in front of the older gentlemen, get off his knees and flee the scene.
The worst thing isn't having nothing impressive or interesting to say at the bar when you think/know that you maybe probably should be somewhat engaging or it might be to your advantage to be at least somewhat witty, the worst thing is having nothing encouraging to say to your sister when she's crying. Fuck.
After we finished playing our set tonight, I downed 6 beers in quick sucession, and told one of my friends that he had better stay away from my cousint. I also told him that I had a christmas card with his name on it, I then pointed to my fist.
I talked to a former co-worker tonight and we talked about one early morning he walked by citadel hill and discovered something rather interesting. He was walking home and saw an old man sitting on a park bench. He thought perhaps that the old man was enjoying the sunrise, and that it was rather sweet to see that a distinguished gentleman had risen early enough to glimpse the rising sun. After finishing such a thought, he saw another young man, in front of the older gentlemen, get off his knees and flee the scene.
The worst thing isn't having nothing impressive or interesting to say at the bar when you think/know that you maybe probably should be somewhat engaging or it might be to your advantage to be at least somewhat witty, the worst thing is having nothing encouraging to say to your sister when she's crying. Fuck.
