Okay so to follow-up on the last post. After having that wonderful walking experience I decided to repeat that maneuver the following night. Here is how it went, drinks, meet Lance, whiskey, absinthe, rock show, weed,beer,rockshow,weed,beer,rock show, absinthe. At this point I was having a hell of a time, it was one of those out-of-body or more to the truth it was one of the seeing yourself from the outside but you are really deep inside, like you are looking at a window of yourself from with in your self kind of drunks. I made what I believe to be the correct decision to leave the bar on foot and travel that way home eschewing the normative transportation avenues available; bike, taxi, bus, metro, the thing is I wasn’t ready to sit down, no no, there was some energy to be burned off and by the time I made it to my half way point, a shell station mini mart I had simmered down enough to realize that the sweating stocky clerk nawing on his lip across the counter from me was far more fucked up than I was, if he was working an whacked out of his mind then at least I could make it the rest of the way home and I did. No lesson here folks just a good old-fashioned go nowhere story.
How about this
Head banging
