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It's only 9:00. Tonight is going to be perfect, even though all I've got is some apricot and blackberry liquor that smells (and tastes) like acetone. Alcohol is glorified in all aspects of media. Either that, or I am just so pathetically bad at drinking hard liquor that I place that embarrassment elsewhere. Regardless, tonight will be fun.
I hit some guy's car in a parking lot today, which sounds like it would be bad news, but it was actually a very funny experience to me. I can't tell if it was his fault or mine, but I walked over to him after scraping the back of his little blue Volkswagen and began apologizing profusely, like I usually do when this happens. But instead of paying me any mind, this guy just kept putting his arms out defeatedly, mumbling in frustration, and wiping the scratch for a solid minute before- I shit you not- getting back into his car and just driving off. Without saying a single word to me. So I began to laugh at the pure absurdity of this real life Grand Theft Auto NPC, and turning around I noticed the lovely new battle scar on Breakfast (my car). Another strange memory put into permanency. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Still, I hope I didn't ruin that dude's day. I would love to sit down and have coffee with him sometime. He just looked like he listens to Weezer.
I hit some guy's car in a parking lot today, which sounds like it would be bad news, but it was actually a very funny experience to me. I can't tell if it was his fault or mine, but I walked over to him after scraping the back of his little blue Volkswagen and began apologizing profusely, like I usually do when this happens. But instead of paying me any mind, this guy just kept putting his arms out defeatedly, mumbling in frustration, and wiping the scratch for a solid minute before- I shit you not- getting back into his car and just driving off. Without saying a single word to me. So I began to laugh at the pure absurdity of this real life Grand Theft Auto NPC, and turning around I noticed the lovely new battle scar on Breakfast (my car). Another strange memory put into permanency. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Still, I hope I didn't ruin that dude's day. I would love to sit down and have coffee with him sometime. He just looked like he listens to Weezer.
