July 20th, 2004

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Tonight I got a call from one of my "coworkers". I haven't been to work in months, mind you. But it was my friend's 21st birthday, he asked me if I wanted to go out for his birthday. I said I didn't have money.
Eventually, I decided I should go anyway, so I headed downtown. I figured I knew what bar they'd be at, and I could meet them.
I showed up, saw someone I recognized but didn't know very well. She saw me, so, being Jesse the Shy Scared Guy, I went back to the bus stop and eventually back home.

I know what you're thinking "Jesse drinks again?!".


I just figured if I hung with some coworkers, I wouldn't be so scared to go back to work.

I was going to just say "I have a cold, and the medicine I am taking doesn't mix with alcohol."

Damnit. Damnit to hell. What a waste of a dollar sixty!

Someone hand me a whiskey sour. Or some bath tub gin. Or a used bar towel.
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