I wanted to at least write a short blog to show that I am still alive and kickin. I turned off my DSL at home, so I only get to write in my blog from work, which hasn't worked out very well as of late.
I have a lot to write about, but just not enough time.
Last night I went out with some friends to a concert. It was okay. I am not a big fan of The Cult, but whatever. I had to take care of some very, very drunk friends, and of course, there isn't anything different about that than any other time I go out with friends. I was the designated driver, and upon dropping the owner of the car off at home, I scraped down the side of his Infinity on a pole of a stand alone garage thingy in his yard. He was drunk and was pissed, and I was still driving his car to take everyone else home, so I pulled away and just hoped he would cool off.
I think things are okay. The damage wasn't too bad, and in my opinion, I think they all those drunk fuckers should be glad that I went along to rescue them. I do feel bad about it - really bad. But, I am a guilt ridden person anyway.
Going out is just not for me. The consequences outweigh the rewards for me. I am too old.
1 comment:
glad to know you're alive. The Cult is one of those bands that were hit or miss with their songs. They had a couple of REALLY good songs and then an album full of filler.
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