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Just Another Night Out - Part 1

The alarm buzzed at 8:30am.  It had been set the previous week, a daily occurrence, to ensure that awoken was I before nine and without time wasted during light hours.  You see, work means much nowadays, and as pursuing stability into late twenties see dream manifested in front of eyes, grab hold, yet still much despised.

Why is questioned to self.  Reasons complicated but how so simplistic, still no desire to share what ails at this moment, for inflicted wounds, emotionally as they may be, sounds somewhat dire to straight life walk away and do not linger on past.  This much regret, gotten far, and as rolled in tomb turmoil gripped entire being, pained.  As a life-long addict had many a fight with many a drug on many a different night, so seemingly similar to experiences had so known what to come.  Work out, eat, recollect yesterday.  The first off of dangerous, strewed spitfall corrupted and in bad mood all morning.

Get on the computer.  By noon taken said seat in office, typed what still lies beneath stacked business on desk, attempt to make through this terrible afternoon.  But suddenly phone rings, should say had rung, due to new technology that is, for lack of a better phrase, full of shit.  This touch phone freezes, work is impossible, fuck Sprint and fuck Samsung.  Anyways, moving on…

A close friend, who summer’s in Alaska fishing, had returned after months of laborious duty on-board ship, with little necessities, so time had come to indulge.  By three, journeyed to the bar, to meet with friend and knock back four or so, in celebration of into hot, barren desert (laugh).  An hour or so went by without notice, before take leave, to another affair having duty to do.  Lost, on way wrong side of town, turn, call, move date, pull into bar, and down goes beer.  Smile now, still ache though, home.

Bar.  Drink had again, yet this time Bones and I went together to associate’s house, in order to sample some of the finest medical-grade marijuana products allotted to the population of this state.  And may I say, excellente, a few hits of green, a sample of hash oil, and to top it off a rice-crispy treat, taste of great.  And as first food of the day, inebriation by this time took grasp of mind.  The sun had yet to set.

Home.  Wherein uniform located and dressed appropriately for all mannerism that could arise during this night of excess.  On the list were many featured spots, most of which hoping would be popping off by the time of arrival.  Clock must have been near ten, perhaps even earlier.  Ready to go, Bones, Ray and I took to car.  Bar.