The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

So, you're bored.
Your mindset is "fuck studying"
you get a text message...
"hey, want to chill tonight?"

Just over an hour later you arrive at Star City casino.
Next thing you know you're eating a steak sandwich from "Fuel"

Your friend wants to gamble.
You find yourself at the roulette tables
Your friend ends up winning a few hundred.

It's 3am,
You're at The Cross,
Its friday morning
You walk around for a bit, exploring back-streets

You end up purchasing Marlboro Golds
You aren't even a smoker

2 cigarettes in, some drunk stranger named Brodie approaches you
Stranger says hi
You say hi
The stranger's been shopping
They show you what they've purchase

A shirt with some half-naked asian model on the front
and New Balance sneakers
"oh... cool"
Stranger pulls out some tobacco and skins
tries to roll a smoke, fails, and just throws it into their shopping bag

You hand the stranger the remaining half of your cigarette
The stranger continues to talk senselessly
You go with it

The stranger pulls out  a camera and decides they want take a photo of you
Nothing you can do, so you end up on some drunk stranger's camera
You find the situation familiar, Yes, yes i have seen this. Its like The Hangover.

You get curious about the camera and ask to see the other photos on there
They're quite funny,
This stranger has indeed just come from some launch event for a retail store.
You say "well you better head home now"
the stranger says bye, and heads off

You look to your friend
You're both thinking "fuck, when that stranger wakes up tomorrow..."
laugh-out-loud.

You end up at McDonalds at The Cross,
You wonder what these people are out at this time for (4am-ish).
probably the same reason why you're there.

You head back to the car,
and back home,
back to the reason why you left in the first place.

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