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Well, I called Merrick last night to go and shoot some pool at the So What. We met up there at 10.30 pm, and since I owed her money I repayed her my undying gratitude by buying her beer. We drank 3 beers, which fell like napalm and we started shooting pool past midnight.
Jonathan, whom I wouldn’t exactly describe as a ‘guitargod’ but is The Amazing Solist sat next to us in the third game (at which point the score was 5-0 for me already…black balls rule!). The final score after four games was 7-2 I think, not a bad score at all.
So Merrick and the Amazing Solist and I chatted some more and we left together. By the time we were near the flat where Jonathan would spend the night I, with my stupid beer-soaked brain suggested, to play a duet. And Johnny never says no to a duet. So he got his bike and we drove on.
Merrick went home and we talked about hooking up on Tuesday, her birthday, and Johnny and I went to The Amazing Boxpalace, a.k.a. my room. We played some guitar and I found out it is still quite painful to do so with a split-in-two forefinger. So we just chatted and talked about everything (sex) and nothing (handcuffs) and before we knew, it was 9 am and he left. So I set my alarm for 1 pm and slept. Just did a shower, watched some tube. Damn, what a Sunday.
I’m going through my set of lasts: the last time I drove to the So What from this chamber. The last time I took a shower in this house. The last time I prepared a not-too-healthy-nor-nutritious meal. The last time I had a beernight. It’s pretty final all.
I love a good fleshwound. It’s opened up a bit because of the shower. It really looks disgusting. See?
Jonathan, whom I wouldn’t exactly describe as a ‘guitargod’ but is The Amazing Solist sat next to us in the third game (at which point the score was 5-0 for me already…black balls rule!). The final score after four games was 7-2 I think, not a bad score at all.
So Merrick and the Amazing Solist and I chatted some more and we left together. By the time we were near the flat where Jonathan would spend the night I, with my stupid beer-soaked brain suggested, to play a duet. And Johnny never says no to a duet. So he got his bike and we drove on.
Merrick went home and we talked about hooking up on Tuesday, her birthday, and Johnny and I went to The Amazing Boxpalace, a.k.a. my room. We played some guitar and I found out it is still quite painful to do so with a split-in-two forefinger. So we just chatted and talked about everything (sex) and nothing (handcuffs) and before we knew, it was 9 am and he left. So I set my alarm for 1 pm and slept. Just did a shower, watched some tube. Damn, what a Sunday.
I’m going through my set of lasts: the last time I drove to the So What from this chamber. The last time I took a shower in this house. The last time I prepared a not-too-healthy-nor-nutritious meal. The last time I had a beernight. It’s pretty final all.
I love a good fleshwound. It’s opened up a bit because of the shower. It really looks disgusting. See?
