okay lets start this out around 6am. I lost my keys. Like in a very serious way. After the last update, it’s no surprise i can’t find my keys. I start from the front of the apartment and work my way back. I call Caryn and she says she doesn’t remember me doing anything crazy with my keys so check the usual places.
 I’m not going into the details of checking the couches twice, etc, but i started to lose it. I almost started crying. I felt so trapped, fucking beer leading to shit like this. Anyway, i FINALLY find my keys and walk to the celtic crossing. Didnt’ see a seat the bar and didn’t see any friends so it’s off to the deli. I drink a few pabst here and kinda bond with the other people there cuz they are watching a memphis state game, woo hoo, go home team, blah. I read a memphis flyer and started to draw.
I text message Levi to see what he’s doing. He’s going to the goth night at liquid lounge. Sure, i’ll go. Levi and Rachel take my drunk ass up there and basically it’s almost impossible to put into words what takes place. To make things even more intresting, my friend Tarrance, T, who i havn’t seen in years goes.
God, i could write for hours about tonight. I sketched notes about how i “felt” the whole night, sitting on desk, i need to scan them. This is stuff worse then when i was in the bus station in florida.Â
 Anyway, girls start to show up around midnight. Someone told me her name but i don’t remember and it doesn’t matter. She’s basically wearing a little see through skirt, stockings and no underwear.
 She’s a lesbian so she’s making out with girls and a male(friend) who is now instantly my hero. I just can’t get over the fact that this girl is naked and i can see her ass. Like I can see the part of her ass that you don’t normally see. Like if we were at a strip club, then okay, she’s a “stripper” and it gives it a certain off limits, like “i can’t touch her unless i can cough up enough for a lapdance”.Â
Anyway, the real defining moment of tonight was the alleyway showdown before we got to the bar. We pull into a 1 lane alleyway off a major street, highland ave, for my memphis kids. A white explorer starts to pull out of the one way street, so it’s basically like “okay, who’s going to puss out first”. It’s so much more dangerous for us to back out on to highland, almost on the par of suicide. He can back out straight from where he is, into his spot and he’s fine.
We are all like “no fuck him, make him back up”. We sit there for like 45 more seconds. I’m just shaking my head saying “no fuck this, fuck him, he’s backing up, not risking our lives on this bullshit”. Levi and Rachel are like “your right, fuck him” and we sit there. About a minute into it i start to go “okay, should i go say “look, we’re not moving, back the fuck up” and maybe end this earlier.
He backed up tho.
Fucker.
I’m not going to even mention how i took my shirt off at the liquid lounge and hit on some poor girl who will hopefully not return my calls. God is after me and he’s catching up.
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