2003-05-26 - 11:42 p.m.

Here are some photots of the KDVS Dance party
Rob starts stripping
Rob keeps stripping. (Teresa is in the blue
Rob is stripped (Jackson has his mouth open)
Hoang sports a Jesus shirt
Dan in the shirt with blocks flirts with a 17 year old.
Watch as I am about to get rejected by Caitlin on the right side of the photo

So now you know some of the characters of this journal

I just added one about Friday a few minutes ago. Check it out at The Davis Music Scene Sucks. I’m going to show people my penis and then maybe someone with suck it.

5/24.2003

I wake up in a very comfortable chair in Sophie’s bedroom. It’s 9 am. Probably 5 hours of sleep. I’m still trying to wean myself off sleep.

Crystal and Josh are in Sophie’s bed. Sophie comes in and Crystal points out that Sophie is wearing Dan’s shirt.

Meagan comes in and she is looking hot. I ask her where she was last night. She said she was in her room being anti-social. I say someone should have told her Rob Roy was here because I can cheer anyone up.

Josh mumbles that the bed is the most comfortable one he has ever felt. I talk about the episode of The Tick that had a chair as a weapon. In the cartoon the chair was the most comfortable chair ever. Once someone sat in it they never want to get up.

My chair is very comfortable but I get up to go take a leak. Then I walk into the kitchen. I hear Sophie saying my name to Becca. Becca is standing in the kitchen in only a T-shirt and panties. That’s a nice way to start off the day.

I walk into the den and see Dan on the couch he is covered by a blanket but I see clothes on the floor. I don’t know how Dan does it. Everybody has to choose an act to play; Dan was just smart enough to choose one that actually works.

Becca mentions how messy her house is. The place is trashed. I start picking up cups and bottle and whatnot. Becca says I don’t have to, but I do. If I have time I will clean up after a party. When I spend the night at someone’s place I try to clean up after myself. On this day, I just have to do a whole lot more cleaning.

I tell Becca that if you gauge a person’s popularity at how good a party they can throw, and if you gauge how good a party is by how big of mess there is then she is one of the most popular girls in Davis.

I spend about twenty minutes cleaning. Dan starts helping after a while. I tell him this is going to be a frequent occurrence at the pirates of the pentagram house next year.

After I pick up all the crap outside we go inside. This guy named Cody, that slept in the same room with Becca, doing whatnot. Just sits around doing nothing. Doesn’t help clean. I help the most and get the least amount of benefits. Maybe I should switch from drunkard to asshole. I would get so much more pussy. Right now I’m trying out the whole, he’ a drunkard I can fix him route. This is going nowhere. I’ll try it out some more and do a different act next year if this one doesn’t work.

Dan, Josh, Crystal, and I walk to down town. We plan on having breakfast at Delta Venus. I move my car from the Ben & jerry’s parking lot and go to Delta. Dan goes home and takes a shower. I should take a shower. I have stamps on my wrists from the battle of the bands concert.

I sit with Josh and Crystal and we wonder about how far Dan got last night. We talk about the horrible poetry in the Sacramento news and Review. Josh and I hope to be in the same poetry class next year. This guy Adam S. is going to try out for the class also. He is supposedly some sort of great poet. He did a reading with his father at Barnes and Noble the other day. Josh and I both think he is arrogant and pretentious. We have both sent him e-mails on different subject matters and he never returns them.

Josh keeps talking about how he drank my pee. This is not doing anything for Crystal's appetite.

Dan shows up and Josh and I both ask him if he received oral sex last night. Dan says, "I think so." God damn, I can’t even remember my last blowjob.

Josh and Crystal leave. Dan and I start thumbing through our notes from the concert. We decide to get started on it so we go to the college and find a computer room. We write about half a page but Dan gets discouraged and we leave. I tell him I want to quite Shannon Denis in the article because I talked to her a lot and she is hot. Sound interesting and intelligent. And probably so un-attracted to me it is ridiculous.

I walk around with Dan. He says he’s going to try to fix his computer. I say I’m going to go work on my novel. We’ll see each other later. I change my shirt in a New Jersey Devil’s jersey.

I spend a few hours in the computer lab.

I go to delta at around 7:30 to get something to eat. They aren’t serving food. One of the guys says Guinness is like bread. I tell him I know, but I’m planning on drinking copious amounts of that later so I want something in my belly.

I see Toad out front. He’s just looking for money to buy some tobacco. And he’s looking for someone to buy him the tobacco. I tell him I’d help him out but all I have is a card. I lie. Toad is a goddamn mooch. I’m beginning to regret I ever met him because all he is going to do is ask for money and booze. Every time I see him he wants something and I haven’t even known the kid for two weeks.

I lie to him and act like I’m going in one direction. As soon as he rides his skateboard one way. I go to where I want to go. I see Richard and Steve from KDVS drive by. I have a nacho salad at the Tecate Grill. I call up Sarah because she called me last night and I totally forgot to return her phone call. I tried to do it earlier at school but the call wouldn’t go through. Sarah picks up the phone after I start to leave a message. She is with James at her apartment going through CDs. We talk about her getting over her fear of Davis. I tell her the only way that is going to happen is if she is in Davis. I guess by bring James to Davis she is bring a chunk of Davis to Sacramento so in a way she is getting over her fear of Davis. I invite her to the KDVS dance party but she cherishes her time away from Davis on the weekends. I can’t blame her. I love the fresh air and river smell of Sacramento. With all of its oak trees. There is no downtown like it. Eighty percent of the nightlife in Davis can be crammed into a one square mile region.

I go back to Delta and there are some KDVS folk there. They see me in my Devil’s jersey. They all come from areas with hockey teams, like L. A. or San Jose. I tell them I’m more of a Satan fan than a hockey fan.

Anne and Esa are at the table. Esa talks to me. Anne doesn’t. Anne seems nervous around me. Another one of those I hate Rob Roy people. I’m one of those people but they won’t let me join the club. But I hate myself so much I should be declared President for Life. I am a friendly fascist.

I go inside and buy a Muadite beer. The beer has 8% alcohol and a bunch of devil imagery on its bottle. I go back out and the KDVS people then seem worried. They think I’m going to get crazy. They think I’m a yelling screaming obnoxious drunkard. I am not obnoxious.

I lean up against a rail and say, "Warm beer and cold women. What’s wrong with this picture." They look at me funny and I say its a Tom Waits lyric. Steve asks me what my favorite album is. I say there are too many to choose. This one girl asks me if I know if Tom Waits’ daughter attends Davis. I say I don’t have a clue. Then she asks if I’m the guy that claims to wear a mustache as my excuse for not being able to get women. I say that is me. Then I ask her who said that. She won’t tell me. She gets up and talks to someone else.

Annaleise has shown up and sat at the table. I ask her what the name of the girl I was just talking-to is. She says Scenery. I’ve talked o her before but I’ve never gotten her name. I always assumed she knew mine so I felt uncomfortable asking her’s.

Scenery comes back and some how Henry Rollins is brought up. I think i am talking about Kafka. Henry Rollins is writing a book called Kafka told me to stay in my room. I mention that Kafka wrote in his diary that if you stay in your room the world will be reveled to you. Kafka was a bit of a solipsist. Scenery doesn’t like Henry Rollins. She thinks he talks bad about punk rockers. He makes fun of people that wear Black Flag T-shirts. I tell her that she shouldn’t believe everything henry Rollins says. I’ve read almost all of his books and I own over thirty of his CDs. He is an entertainer. She mentions that some guy named Rick at KDVS knows a lot about Henry Rollins and has a bad of bad stuff to stay. That’s fine. I’m sure henry likes a certain amount of people hating him. I like a certain amount of people hating me. If everyone liked me then I would just be boring. I wouldn’t take a stand on anything. People always have opinions about the passionate. And besides, punk rockers don’t go to college. Punk rockers don’t come from wealthy families that can afford tuition. Punk rockers live in the gutter. Henry Rollins used to live in his VW bug, then a van, then a shack. What does Scenery know about punk rock? All of her heroes never had the luxury of a soft pillow every night. I know I’m going to college because I’m a coward. I’m too chicken-shit to face the world without a degree. I’m too scared to gamble on my ability to survive at what I want to do. So I’m going to a university to suffer to bureaucracy of increasing my creativity. Creative Writing at college. What a joke. Did Hemingway go to college? No. Did Shakespeare? No. You either have the ability or you don’t, no professor will be able to give it to you, only be able to somewhat nurture it. Punk rockers shouldn’t come from the suburbs to the universities only to return to the suburbs or to high end rent districts in cities. Punk rockers should be modern day pirates. Eating top ramen and battling scurvy because conformity is the enemy. I am not a punk rocker. Of course there is an irony to all of this. I am basing my facts on something Henry Rollins told me, yet i am telling her not to believe everything he says becuase he is a performer. I guess i am dumber than i look.

Dan shows up and gets called over to a table in the corner where Jessica M. from the Aggie and Dani are sitting. I didn’t see them arrive. I go over there with Dan.

Jessica asks where James is. I say he is with our friend Sarah. I drunkenly state that Sarah is a beautiful woman dripping with sex. But then I realize I have to qualify that because Jessica has a crush on James. She hasn’t said it but I just know it. She always asks me where he is. So then I say that Dan and I have the hots for Sarah. It’s just James night to be with her tonight. I say that Sarah is dripping with sex because she is a bi-sexual. Even though Sarah is a non-practicing bisexual. But by that I also mean she is a non-practicing heterosexual also. It would be nice for Jessica to get a little jealous and try to more actively pursue James. She does tell Dani that James is a very good dresser. And I concur; he has his own fashion. Its so boring its revolutionary. I wish I could pull off all the toned down solid colors James does. I always wear bright red or black. Plus the Mohawk and the goatee kind of make me stand out.

When I say Sarah drips with sex Dani asks if she drips with sex. I touch her arm and say I can feel some liquid. Dani doesn’t drip with sex. I may have kissed her dozens of times in one drinking night but she doesn’t drip with sex. Unless she is drunk. I get the feeling she is afraid that I’m going to bring up the night we had together. Why do people fear that the truth will be revealed when they are me? I’m all foreskin and no tact.

Ihsan and Hoang show up and sit with the three of us. Dani used to date Ihsan’s roommate Tim. Dani still wants Tim. But Tim doesn’t want Dani. Tim doesn’t respect Dani because Dani is into PSI retreats and Spiritual wellness centers. Tim thinks its all bullshit. I agree with Tim, but I at least know that if it gets a person through the day then that is all that matters. And if that person is letting you but your penis inside their vagina then you should let them do whatever they need to do to get through their day.

Dan says that we should call up Chris. So I do. His car is busted so he can’t drive. He needs someone to pick him up. Chris is a pizza deliveryman with a busted car. That sucks. It’s like being a typist with no arms.

We tell everyone that we shall return. Like Macarther said to the Philippines, "I shall return."

We buy some cigarettes for some high school boys on the way to Dan’s apartment. The high school guys ask if there are any high school girls at the dance party. I say yes, but that doesn’t mean they are going to have any luck. Those are girls looking to fuck men earning degrees, not diplomas.

I drive my car over to Chris’. We pile in and head back where we came from.

On the way Chris talks about a bank teller named David Ho. he wonders if David was ever dillydallying and someone yelled at him: Hey....Ho. . . . Let’s go.

We all think that is very amusing. As we drive we see three hot girls on a corner. Chris says, hey I’m like them to come in our direction and Dan and I agree. The three of us are such gentlemen. We always want the women to come. But they looked like jailbait high school girls so we didn’t invite them via Scrub style of hollering out the passenger side of a good friend’s ride.

While walking Back to Delta the three of us see Hoang and Ihsan leaving. We start to hold them back but they just say they are going to the fast and sleazy. We excuse them because they guarantee to return. I want to see these guys have a good time. Hoang is much more capable of loosening up, but Ihsan is way too reserved.

Dan starts talking to Jailbait high school girls. I’m hoping Sophie will show up because I would like to see a steady cure for Dan’s loneliness that is easy for me to tolerate. I introduced Sophie to Dan and vise versa so I’d be content with it.

I talk to Diana (%%diary-dianabee%%) and her friend Alex L. Alex has two real names. A first and a last, so he thinks he is better than me. He mentions the movie Rob Roy so I start rambling about what it is like to have a movie with my same name. About all the people that used to ask, "hey did you know there is a movie named Rob Roy?" "Yes, of course I know. Don’t you think if there was a movie with the same name as you would be one of the first people to hear about it?"

We talk more about Diana’s anti diary, %%diary-donoteatsoap%%, and about how she has been talking about my mustache to people. Diana thinks I look like Uncle Sam. The only problem with that is that I think patriotism is treason to humankind.

I also tell Diana and Ashley that if they go over to the turtle house they will find the other member of their "Dan’s penis has been inside me club" all they have to do is ask for Teresa at the Turtle house. She may be here tonight and I’ll point her out if I see her. Diana and Ashley are very grateful, but disappointed that the size of the group is not as large as they had assumed. Dan must also be disappointed.

I see Lisa L. and she wants me to sign her yearbook. I just met her a few weeks ago but I’ll sign it. If you give me a forum I will exploit it. I ramble about poetry and whatnot in her book.

I Josh show up. He introducers me to his friend Lazar. I already know his friend Patrick because Patrick used to date Tina from my work. You know you are living an adventure when you have a friend of a friend named Lazar. Josh wants to know if I want to do mushrooms. I decline. I’m already mixing beer and wine I don’t need any more of a menagerie of death inside of my body.

I go inside and dance.

While I dance I keep sipping the wine from my beer bottle. Wine is a sneaky motherfucker that doesn’t procrastinate because it gets me fucked up fast without me even noticing. I’ve had two Maudites and a half a bottle of wine. I would say that I’m an alcoholic but I hate it when people point out the obvious.

I see heather and she introduces me to her friend Melinda. They are sitting on the couch by the dance floor. I ask them why they aren’t dancing. They have no excuse, but they won’t dance. I tell them that I have to make up for their lack of dancing and be extra wild myself. I try to climb up in the coffee table in front of them and I go crashing down. I bash my cheek into the corner of the table. I tried to table dance and the table disagreed with me.

I ask the two of them if they are all right. The table got them in the legs. I’m an asshole, but they’ll be fine.

I apologize to the Delta of Venus girl that saw me fall from the table. She sold me the two Maudite 8% alcohol beers so she knows I am on a path to self-destruction and that may cause destruction to other types of property. She also heard me say I as going to drinking copious amounts of alcohol tonight earlier in the evening at around 7:30. Now even she knows. I’m an honest man.

I walk with Chris around the corner to Dan’s apartment to get a refill on the booze. I another half a bottle of wine into the Maudite beer bottle to mask the outside beverage I am taking into Delta. They don’t like it when we bring booze bought elsewhere. Chris just puts a wine bottle into a paper bag and walks around with that. He looks well a well-groomed wino.

I look in the mirror and check to see how much I am bleeding. There are a few drops of blood coming down my cheek. Chris and I concoct a story for me to tell. I got into a fight with a Klansman. They got in one good punch. I lit a fire under their ass my fists might as well be burning crosses.

We try to convince Dan’s roommate Patrick to come over to Delta with us. He declines, but he does quote my statement from Wednesday night and says. "I could get wasted." That’s all he heard me say when Aisha, Dan, and I were drinking on Wednesday night. He heard many voices come through the walls but he could only decipher one sentence. Me saying, "I could get wasted."

I see Dan walk with Heather to her apartment to get his copy of Charles Bukowski’s Post Office. He thinks Heather has come on too strong and he is put off by her. He was upset because Chris let heather borrow Dan’s book. Now Dan has the book back and he is happy that his library isn’t missing any pieces. His liver on the other hand, has suffered some damage.

Back at Delta I stand around and talk to Hoang and Ihsan and Jackson P. and Jeff R. about how I drank my own urine last night.

I see these girls looking at me and walk over to them. I say they are looking at me like I’m crazy. Like they are afraid of me. Like they want me to shut up. This one girl says that isn’t so. I’m just load and somewhat entertaining. She tells me she already met me once before at a party last week. I look at her and say Caitlin. I ask the other girls what their names are. They say Shannon and Karen.

I’m a moron. I’m socially inept. I have the tendency to destroy all my chances with women by frightening or disgusting them. So often when I talk around my buddy Chris he motions for me to shut the hell up. He twitches his lips and slides a finger across my throat. Cut it out Rob.

I tell them that I drank my own urine last night. They are freaked out. Why? I don’t know. But I am very attracted to Caitlin. I keep making assumptions that they are scared of me. Caitlin says I keep putting words into her mouth. I’d like to put my tongue in her mouth, but I don’t say that. Caitlin isn’t drunk so she sure isn’t going to kiss me. I offer her wine but she declines. God damn it I must look like a fool.

I ask her what year she is. She is a second year. I tell her I am a freshman. She isn’t too sure of that. I tell her I really am. She says I’m a freshman but I’m older than your freshman. And I’m dumber than your average bear. I confess that I’m 22 or 23. I can’t decide on the age I want to say. I act like I’m too drunk to remember my age. Maybe 23 will make me seem cooler because women like older men. But what women likes a guy that doesn’t even know his age. I’m trying to impress her when I’m probably just going to depress her. The irony of all this is that Ashley (%%diary-ashbobash%%), Caitlin’s friend is going to read this and possibly show it to her. But fuck it. Don’t hold back. Everyone loves a nut so everyone ought to love Rob Roy. Rob Roy the poet. Rob Roy the comedian. Rob Roy the madman. And Rob Roy the drunkard.

Catherine from my English 45 class comes over and talks to us. They are friends. We talk about the California Aggie. Catherine and mine mutual friend Shane just had his five year wedding anniversary. We talk briefly about that. But I talk with Caitlin about how I’m going to write a column for the Aggie next year. Even though I think the California Aggie is all the news that’s fit to shit. Chris shows up and starts talking with us. Chris has the hots for Shannon.

They mention that they are going to Arash’s house. I know a guy named Arash and we debate whether it is the same guy. Ashley (%%diary-ashbobash%%) comes over to take the girls with her. They are leaving. I tell Ashley I have the hots for Caitlin and ask if I can come with. She says its like incest for me to be attracted to Caitlin. I can’t want her friends. Hey, I write what I know and I’d like to KissFondleOrFuck what I know too. Call me a bastard or a pervert, but just don’t call me a liar. I write what I think. I write whatever man thinks but is afraid to say. Okay maybe not everyman, I know I’m peculiar. Ashley takes her friends and leaves.

I go outside and talk to Ihsan. I try to convince Ihsan to come inside and dance. Ihsan says he won’t dance but he’ll watch.

As I walk back inside I see Dan talking to some high school girls. When Dan gets drunk he always refers to girls as "really cute." Dan has used the phrase to describe these girls. I’m a year and a half older than Dan and half a decade older than these girls.

I go inside and dance. When I dance I stomp to the beat. I like to jump up and pound the floor with my feat when there is a moment in the music that I think should be punctuated. The KDVS crowd is getting increasingly nervous around me. They know I’m drunk. They think I’m a drunker. I am. I’m a drinker and a thinker.

Chris is dancing also. He only dances to funk. Good thing they are playing funk. Chris dancing by moving his fists back and forth. He slightly sways his body back and forth. He moves to the beat, but he looks more like an inebriated boxing getting read to spar with the air, than a dancer.

I see Hoang dancing but Ihsan isn’t around. I dance around near Jackson P, Jeff R., Marina, Jaizi, Joe, Jordan, Victoria, Esa, Scenery, Steve, Kara, Dan, and dozens of others. Some I know. Some I don’t. Hoang has on a Tennis headband. His hair is gathered on top of his head like a broccoli. I take off Jackson’s clip on tie and put it on Hoang. Anne is also dancing; she is staying away from me. She doesn’t like me. I don’t know what I did. Maybe I was just born on the wrong side of the delivery table.

The hockey jersey I’m wearing is getting me hot so I take it off. I hop up on a bench and keep dancing. I am a twenty four-hour clown. I understand people when they pity me. I don’t like it when they call me obnoxious because I wouldn’t say that I am. I would agree that I am load. My father is practically deaf and my mother doesn’t hear well either so I have been speaking loader than everyone lese since I was a child. Do people expect me to change now? People smile when they see me dancing up high. Not everyone smiles. Many people roll their eyes. Scenery rolls her eyes and Esa smiles. This is a testament to why more people like Esa then Scenery. Because she is an intolerant punkrocker and therefore not much of a punkrocker.

The dance party ends.

I go outside and talk to Teresa. I am using my gnarly drunkard voice. She tells me to be myself. So I slowly smooth out my voice. I guess it is my New Jersey devils jersey that inspires the conversation, but we talk about religion. She is an agnostic and I am a Satanist. I explain to her that they are very similar ideas. I don’t worship the devil. I worship the antithesis of Christian ideology. I worship and except my humanity. I don’t abstain. I indulge. Well, actually I do abstain from sex, but that isn’t by choice. The genitals are sacred altars in the Church of Satan. I have always considered the clitoris to be my oracle.

Faith, the girl running Delta right now, tries to get people to leave. It’s either go or help clean up. I start helping to clean up by picking up bottles. Maybe this will make up for my attempts at table dancing. If karma is true then I’m probably so far behind. I don’t know what horrible things I’m doing but even racists get laid. I can’t. Rapists get laid too, but that’s another story.

Many people decide the after party will be at Sophia’s. So Ihsan Amanatullah, Hoang Ngo, Jessica, Jeff Reguilon, Dani, Jackson Pritt, and I go in that direction. Dan and Chris will catch up later. I walk with Jackson over to the bar. We talk about high school girls. Jackson Pritt loves ‘em. He does like visual art so I hope he only looks and doesn’t touch because he is older than me. He wants advice on ways to get Ten Dollar Art, his comic strip, censored. I tell him to just include my penis in the strip. he’s seen it. It’s already somewhat famous. It might as well be documented. We share a bottle of wine that has to be finished before we get to the bar.

We run into Annaleise and Todd and ask them to come to Sophia’s Bar with us. They decline. Jackson talks about James being still hung up on Annaleise. I tell him I know. We also talk about Jessica. I say Jessica has a crush on James. Jackson says Jessica has a crush on a lot of guys. She is also a multi-tasker. She has been flirting with Jeff R. a little bit tonight.

The bar has a one-dollar cover charge. I pay Jackson’s way in because he has no cash.

We all sit around and gab. I don’t get anything to drink. It takes forever to get something to drink at Sophia’s. Ihsan gets a martini. He’s a James Bond fan. He gets it shaken not stirred. Ihsan and Dani talk about Tim some more.

The Aggie staff is amused that Dan was talking to high School girl’s tonight. I hope he didn’t do anything with them. He as said today that he would like to hang out with Sophie some more. He doesn’t need some high school slut fucking up the equal librium of his Davis situation. Chris doesn’t like the jailbait either. Or the married women. When he is around them he walks away. He tries to not even be tempted. Among the three of us he has done the most drugs but he also has the most amount of morals.

At Sophia’s we all talk about how Fitz Vo, the editor and chief of the California Aggie, is a virgin. The majority of the people in the group work for the Aggie so they all pity Fitz. I pity him too. He’s a forth year in college. I’m a year older than him but I lost my virginity twelve years ago. I know I lost mine a little freakishly, but regardless. The first time I had sex with my a girlfriend was on January 10, 1996. Fitz needs some loving. he’s never even kissed a girl. I tell Dani she should kiss Fitz. She declines. For the first time in the night I bring up the time we spent together. I tell her she kissed me when she was drunk so maybe that’s all we need. Keep drinking and we’ll all go to Fitz’s apartment and all of these journalists can document the loss of Fitz’s virginity.

I question whether or not anyone at the Aggie has been kissed. I tell Jeff R. to kiss me and he won’t. I tell Hoang to and he won’t. Ihsan sure as heel won’t. Jackson moves in close a little pit and I jab in quick and give him a wet kiss on the mouth. MEN ONLY KISS ME WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK.

Chris and Dan show up. Chris comes into the bar. then the bouncer walks up to me and says I have a friend that needs me. Dan is not being let into the bar. I go and claim him. Sophia’s makes last call so we all get up and go. We head toward G. Street. Dan, Chris, and I go in. They won’t sell us a pitcher so we each get a beer. I guzzle mine. Chris is talking about the numbers that he has. he wants to go get some pussy. Or at least get in the proximity of pussy. Its last call for alcohol at G. Street.

On my way out I see Grant P. from my English 5p- poetry class.

Dan, Chris, and I go back to Dan’s place. We see Dan’s room Patrick and he shouts at me. "I could get wasted."

Chris has given out my phone number to girls as a contact number over the evening so he is using my cell to call women.

I go upstairs to vomit. I don’t make a scene. I don’t tell anyone. I just walk upstairs on my own and kneel in front of the toilet. this is as religious as I get. I puke directly into the bowl like a practiced veteran. I’ve only puked five times from drinking. This makes six. Its all been over the last 365 days. I never partied until I puked until I was of legal age to party till I puke.

Chris has found a destination that harbors a beautiful creature commonly refereed to as a woman. We walk around trying to find Dan’s car. Chris drives because Dan and I are drunkards we’re not going to deny. Accepting is the first part of solving the problem. And then the solution is finding a woman to solve my drunkenness. I have a homoerotic relationship with the bottle. I suck it off all the time. But the bottle is second best to pussy, my mouth takes what it can get.

Chris drives and when we get to the street we forget what number it is. I call up the girl and she tells us. She meets us in front of the house. She says that we are at Grant P.’s house. She knows who I am.

We walk through the house and there are people sleeping on couches. We sit on the patio and I doze off for a while.

Then I sleepwalk around Davis for a bit because I end up in the bedroom of Matt, Chris’ roommate. Chris says I can sleep on the bed because Matt is out of town. My pants are dirty so Chris gives me a pair of sweat pants to sleep in and I dose off. This is the first time I have slept in a real bed since January.

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