I decided to stop drinking booze and that went ok. Now I’d be drugged by some funny friend dropping a shot of Jameson into my Miller Light.
It was busy at Denny’s and I wasn't up for darts, or really anything else. I talked to Little Ern. He tried to convince me to move with him to Cupertino or somewhere around there. I’d like to but won’t.
I watched March Madness and saw a friend from middle school. He wasnt doing well. Neither was I.
Tina Caldwell asked me “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shrugged. “Yeah, laugh it off - you’ll always be alone”
“Promise?” I asked.