Maker’s on the rock
This was written last night at the EARL. It is completely unedited with the exception of spelling (in other word very raw). So please excuse the grammar and narrative switching. On a side note I was outside smoking in the cold rain awhile ago and Thorin chose to stand in the rain with me even though he could have gone back inside. That is the mark of a true friend, be it human or other member of the animal kingdom.
Well I was stood up tonight for the first time. I’m not a player or anything but you would think it would have happened to me by now. For those of you who don’t know it sucks. Doing those last three lines didn’t help any either. So I was sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself and reading Buwkowski. I look at my dog scratching himself and think I should really give him a bath. Fuck it, I’m too depressed and irresponsible right now. I should go to the EARL and get a drink. Reading Buwkowski didn’t help any either. Then I started having second thoughts. What if she’s there? What if everybody knows? Well it’s better than being depressed in my National Disaster site of a room. So I get out of bed and put some jeans on. Thorin gives me that I know you’re leaving look but I need to go. I drive past the EARL slowly to try and see who’s inside. I think I see Rick one of the regulars. Shit, she told him we were supposed to be on a date tonight. I sit in the parking lot for twenty seconds trying to decide if I want to go in or not. I weigh the options, fuck it, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? Bullshit I’m going in anyway, what’s life without a little pain? Plus from what I’ve read so far of Buwkowski, I know nothing of pain. We’ll she’s not here and I’m drinking Maker’s on the rocks. Plus Melissa is here so things are looking up.
To be continued….
Update: Maker’s on the rock (yes one cube). I used to drink Jack and Maker’s with one cube , I guess I wanted to drink it neat but cut the edge just a little. Call me a pussy if you want. I’ve pretty much stopped drinking whisky because I tend to get violent on it. Plus I was arrested because of it once. Well more accurately I was arrested because I was drinking it, so it was not the whisky’s fault. More on that some other time. Ahh just took a swig, on the rocks definitely cuts the edge. I want to feel it tonight. Feel the burn, feel the pain, that’s what life’s all about anyway, long stretches of misery interspersed with moments of pleasure. That way you appreciate those moments all the more. Some people say it sucks and I agree sometimes but maybe that’s the best way to go through it.
I’m still fucking kickin’!
-Alex
Rick is here maybe he won’t remember. I think I need to tell someone though. Can’t tell Melissa because I don’t want to jeopardize my chances. Fuck I’m getting drunk. I should stop writing now. I don’t feel like it anymore.
Update: Well I got ahold of her today. She left her phone at work so she was unable to call me last night. So the whole experience of last night was all for not. Well at least I got an interesting blog enrtry out of it.
\m/ Rock!
