April 16th, 2005
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Like a fiddler crab
Watch me crawl into my shell and only very rarely pop out a claw and take a playful swipe.
The thing about being poor and working all the time is that it’s a great deterrent for getting drop-dead drunk and making a classical ass of oneself. One of my very good friends turning 29 pushed me over the line though last night, and any number of minor laws involving revelry and debasement were fractured. The highlight, for me, was stumbling around the capitol with a bagful of Draft Ones jumping up and down emphatically and incoherently screaming Blue Hearts songs at the top of my lungs. [Where the hell were the police?] The low point had to have been carrying my damn bike and fifteen other things the mile and a half home from our last bar since I lost the key.
It’s been a long time, and judging by the headache I have now, it will be a long time before this happens again. But such is life.
PS – I’m starting to get good at making random girls on the train smile.
Go ahead you laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
(It keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like the ground
That’s why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I’m falling down
