i go by the hard rock to see if sarah wants to go out, but i drive up and down the street, starting to wonder if my alzheimer's is kicking in.� because it totally isn't there!!� then i realize that it's gone, and there's a bank where the place is supposed to be.� "huh???� wtf, dude!!"

we keep having these evenings where we each separately decide that it's going to be mellow.� and then we often agree on it, explicitly: "tonight we are going to be mellow."� because we are on the same page, right?� we'll split a flask, maybe have a couple drinks at the club, dance a lot, then call it a night and go home, right?� it sounds like a plan, right?� you bet.� sometimes you have to take it easy, right?� so things go according to plan for a while.� a guy asks me to come see his audi, after only a few minutes of chatting me up.� i mean, really.� where be all the fine girls at?� shit, man.

mellow evening.� going well.� could be a little better, could be a little worse.� i could do without trying to smoke a clove (cloves make me feel ill, just to smell from across the room) and then barfing in an alley.� totally could do without that.� then suddenly we're shelling out.� for something we agreed wasn't going to happen.� then suddenly it's 6am.� part of me says no.� the other part says "yeah yeah, it's all good, swisser."

the glorious summer of crunk turns into the autumn of... um... what?� the summer of crunk can't be followed by the autumn of crunk.� we will have to make up a name for this season.� i'm gonna sit here and listen to plone.� here's a picture sarah took at a party... we look a little too trashed in the rest of the pics, for me to willingly pass them around.� yeah i photoshopped the guy in the background, so you could get a better look at him.