Last night was pretty exciting.

I ended up going to a reunion party with the people from my elementary school.  I hadn’t seem most of them in years and years.  I got pretty drunk, which I haven’t done in a while, to try to counter my anti-sociality.  I think it worked cause I was very at ease and I had a good time.  It’s crazy how much people change between grade school and college.  Most of them were a lot more mature and chillin than they were back in the day.  Unfortunately no girls from our grade showed up even though they had confirmed that they were coming on Facebook (liars.).  It was still alright, though.  T ended up puking his guts out which was no surprise.  I liked being at a party where it felt like you could trust everyone there.  They all came from my neighbourhood and we were like family.  The host even left valuables laying around.  At any other house party those shits would’ve been gone by the end of the night.

I went to the store to buy some cigarettes and some water and on the way back to the party I found some dog hanging around a house with no leash or owners in sight.  I wound up hanging out with it for half an hour, tossing his ball for him while I tried to get in contact with his owners.  I knocked on the door to the house that he seemed to live in but no one answered.  I managed to look at his tags and got a number which I called but no one answered.  Eventually I saw lights on upstairs so I went up and knocked on the door.  Thankfully some dude answered and I asked if he knew the dog and he said it was his landlord’s.  He took it in and thanked me.  That’s my good deed for the month.

I wound up walking home at about 1:30 and got home at around 2:45.  Longgggg walk.  I tried hitchhiking but no one picked me up, which is understandable.  I do look pretty gangster, yo.

Now I’mma sit here and sip on my orange juice so take it easy.

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