Trying to make some sense of it all...

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its like being stuck in a Jerry Bruckheimer movie, only with out Nicolas Cage

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talking’ with Davey who’s still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinking’ alone

so its noon o'clock in the after 31 Dec 04. I'm sitting in Swankville with not much doing when an old friend re-enters my life. this is the kind of old friend I don't mind coming back to haunt me. it seems I have a good track record with this friend and I'm trying to keep it that way. so, she asks me what it is I am doing for the eve. so I told her my plans. something doing with another old buddy of mine (who was SUPPOSED to take over this website in Aug...never did...bitch) in the extreme NW of Shitberg. so she invites me for lunch.

well, lunch went well (aside from the overly bland expired food at Tony Roma's at Crowfoot). convo was great as was the Spiced Rum and Egg Nog. so she asks me again what the eve was going to bring. I told her I hadn't figured to go with her or to go with buddy. then we go back to her place (by this point I'd already made up my mind, I wasn't gunna hook up with buddy cause well, yeah, no guarantees were on that...for...well...you get the point) and her and I have a chat about the first thing that pops up.

so then I go to this party (who is at another old friends place...whom else I have a notorious track record with...). the alcohol was in free flow, a mode I don't mind at all. as was a serious bit of my past I forgot about. after three Red Bull and Absolut's I had to make a quick decision. Bring back an old demon, relive that era, or be the new man I had become with out it. so..

I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things.

I mean its not that I didn't want to be in the middle of a reptile zoo. no, that's not it all. I rather enjoyed my time there. that was the most interesting experience of my life. it was quite fun. All I do remember after my third Big Rock was that the world had hit "slow mo" mode. something would happen in one part of the house and I would see it, and then someone would move beside me, and it took me a matrix like second to catch up (for some ironic reason I could actually see everything. I dunno why...it was kinda cool). It was honestly like being in a Jerry Bruckheimer movie, only, with out Nicolas cage.

so the night gets more enjoyable from here on out. I'm starting to think that the supposed Green Tea I was fed my or may not have been laced with something. not sure what, but the other person who drank the tea (see old friend #2) along side me is starting to talk about Donald duck appearing in a bathroom mirror. of course I'm more then certain I asked if Donald brought along goofy cause I had a score to settle with him. she of course stated that no he did not, but eeyore was sitting right next to me.

so I casually look over at my companion, and sure as shit, there is eeyore sitting next to me. so he and I strike up a conversation about naval equipment. now, most of you are probably wondering why I'm having conversation with a fictional donkey about naval equipment, and I'm sure there is a logical explanation for it, only I cannot give it to you. so, eeyore suddenly morphs into this guy I remember before being tossed in the reptile zoo. so, Davey (as his name was) and I strike up in verse from Billy Joel's The Piano Man. strange enough, the line was of course "now bill is a real estate novelist, who never had time for a wife. now he's talking to Davey, who's still in the navy, and probably will be for life!". from that point Davey and I are sitting in a bar, playing a piano and singing, as was the rest of the room. however, when we finished the song, Davey and I were back on the couch in the living room.

Some reason or another, I entered the magical teleportation device that transported me to the top level of the house and onto the bed of old friend #2. I remember a lot of nudity from this point out, so I will not go into graphic details, all the while, this is playing in the background (or at least in my opinion it is) "...trying to make sense of it all, but I can see it makes no sense at all, I guess its cool to goto sleep on the floor, 'cause I don't think I can take anymore, clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am..."

so now I'm stuck in oblivion. sketched out the next morning so bad that even the softest, fuzziest of fuzz wasn't good enough until I got out of the shower. however, my day became somewhat more in check and I became less sketchy afterwards. I know what it was that brought me back into reality (and no it wasn't the 45 minute orgasm I gave friend #2...or at least think I did...), but you know that feeling you get when you're back has a little water on in and then you go lay on a polar fleece blanket? that sorta cotton ball type feeling...yeah...