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I'm drunk.

I will probably never be the type to type hyphily;

although I am pressing backspace often in this rush of

what?what?what?

Thats what I thought a minute ago,

being drunk will never be like being high,

they are different although i don't know how and i don't know

why.

Goodnight san francisco.

goodnight boys, those thousands dripping like

beer down my arms,

decorating me,

this entourage.

I feel very different, it is better than being high,

louder more hyper more forgetful,

somehow I made it home and now I'm on this computer.

My roommate is asleep and probably crying for her

boyfriend whom she loves,

but I'm carefree over here in the corner,

looking is my game and I'm damn good at it.

My game my game.



Definitely not beerpong,

I SUCK!

Sadness ensues.

However I will get better at all of this,

at this drunkenness,

which already I am so much more composed than some.

I can type.

This is proof.

Suddenly an elementary tiredness comes over me.

Ah, college.

I have to savor this.