Friday, May 7, 2010

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Hope B.o.B's "Magic" Brings Some Happiness To Your Weekend

Sorry for being MIA the past few days people. I don't even have a good excuse. I was gambling, drinking, and eating. That was literally it. None of it went well.

Gambling resulted in me "Letting It Ride" for more hours than I'd like to reveal, graciously give my chips to shady gentlemen on the poker table, and drunkenly getting a crash course in the game of Craps. Needless to say, that shit was simply too much for me. Just an overwhelming experience of sounds, flashing lights, cigar/cigarette smoke, and egregious spending of money. Playing a game of chicken with my debit card for the longest time. We aren't on speaking terms right now.

I also think I ingested about 17 lbs of food without taking on dump. TMI, I know, but I'm calling all doctors out there. Isn't there a problem at that point? Like, what's happening in my intestines? I'm not getting fat, but nothing's coming out, am I real? When you start questioning your status as matter in the universe, you know times were certainly hard.

Lastly, drinking. You know the kid Dub Jeezy will put a few glasses down on a given night, but this was not in the usual bar-scheming on girls stance I am usually in. It was a convention where the average age was somewhere tucked in the mid-40s. I'm a SPRY 22, but in no way do I know how to conduct myself in such a setting. Do I drink too much because I am bored/confused as fuck and risk destroying valued friendships or do I post up for like 6 hours and leave myself the possibility of gambling again? The double-edged sword of life. A true pick your poison scenario. 12 rumandcokes later, I am dancing in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by women ranging from like 18-75, "walkin' it out" to "Ain't Too Proud To Beg."

I have to be a figment of my own imagination, because when I type this stuff out it truly doesn't make sense to me.


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