so my company finally let me out at five.

i went to lakeside lounge and sat awkwardly with my friends. then i said " i want to meet girls" so i went to my old standby, tile bar, on 7th and 1st.

within 10 minutes of sitting alone and brooding, some bobbed haircut girl asked me outside. turns out she wants a cigarette. we talk about suburban new york for 30 minutes.

she leaves, i meet randy and maurice and his bro and a bunch of other people. i hate this. i leave to another bar and i talk to a girl from milan but i keep asking her "where in queens are you from?" and she walks off.

i get into a black cab and the guy agrees 20 bucks. he starts taking the bqe and i say, drunkenly, "what are you stupid? take mcguinness..." he starts yelling and we merge off onto northern blvd and we end up at hoyt ave and crescent, a good mile from my house. i at one point call him "shermouta" which is arabic for "bitch" and he takes offense and pulls a glock 19 on me. i can tell by the design; i spend way too much time looking up semi auto pistols on wikipedia.

he is screaming something about "who is shermouta now?" and i hand him over two tens and keep saying "look, i was out of line... we're cool, right?" over and over. hey guys, try having a glock pointed in your face. it sucks. don't question what i said. shit was scary. i had to play bitch mode.

so i give him the money and he looks back at me and spits on me. but it misses and hits the plexiglass divider. i say one last "fuck you" and i leave the cab. long walk back to my house. one mile. about 30 min of stumbling drunk.

at one point i saw the yemeni kid from the corner store around with his boys. i discreetly walked up to him and asked him "do you know where i can get a burner?"

he said "dude sleep it off..."

i hate myself.

not leaving the house all weekend.

PRO?UD TO BE AN? AMERRRRRR

the bronx is up, but the battery's d

paul no deadbats

the palubats ride in a hole in the ground. forever.

D:

paul you need to get a nice quiet place in the country

i could grow these tomatoes

mayes are you at work, hop on IM

i dunno what the fuck is going on on ny1 right now b/c the sounds down but dean meminger is cracking up at the anchor's table

i feel a liveblog comin on

holy shit jesse helms died

too soon ny1

joey chestnut 5 dog eat off wh

amanda farinnacci always looks sad deep down inside

this jesse helms thing is killin me today at work

ITW AS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY

mayes was ignoring me on im

and you still didn't answer my question

of course an hour before the fucking fireworks start its about to start pouring

impending fourth of july livingroom drinking liveblog

that sounds like a good idea

I was about to say, 4th of July and no drunkblog?

oh, and sorry about the gun thing. D;

well i am back from my friend's house down the street. we went on the roof and watched the fireworks in a steady pissing rain. we could see the queens barge but because the visibility was so poor we couldn't see the other barges downriver. the fireworks blew this year. it was 15 minutes of sparkly shit and some cool things that burst into geometric shapes but then i guess the rest got too damp or something because there was no finale, and us and the mexican dudes who were the only other people on the roof all sort of went "wtf" and we all went back downstairs to our respective apartments.

then i drank a tall boy of asahi and four dos equis and talked with my friend for a few hours listening to music. it was chill. i had a good time. stopped by the corner store on the way home and bought a 40 of bud and a 24 of becks and now it's drinking liveblog time, so let's all move to the shiny new thread.