Bleh. My night ended abrupt. My padnah got me to go see some bands at this bar in Fat City. They ended up being better than I thought. So I'm all pumped and ready to go do something else. Got a few beer in me. It's hotter'n horse piss. C'mon!
So everybody else it rollin' ballz. I go to the ATM and get my hard earned bread and prepare to fry some synapses in the old gray sludge up there. Get home, take a MEAN shitake. Call my boy, "Is it on?" and over the joyful sounds of everybody else rolling, I get the dreaded, "I don't think it's gonna happen, dude. Guy's not answering his phone."
So now I'm here. Depressed. Pissed. Still a bit drunk. Done with the granny **** for the night...
Entertain me, ****it.