The Party

I can't do two nights of blob activities.

We are already in the age of watered down communication due to technology.

I can do one night with blobs, but not two.

Let's sit around a hardwood top with brandy swirling in our glass

and say something

real.

No rehearsals. No trans fat.

Harken back to the organic days where people spoke out of curiosity, fear....

In grade school, we had no choice, but that was the best option.
You'd talk to another kid because they had a cool toy, cookies, or a pretty block for building
You had to TALK to this human creature
There was no way around it
Although it was the only way, it was the best way
Guess I could just send a text now

I can't even remember when I started being scared to be myself and scared to say what I meant.

It's been so long ago.


I dont think I really know the people I live with.
I can't see how you can be wholly content with smoking, playing sports games, and being confined to the same 4 walls you eat, shit, and sleep in.
I think the weed makes them lazy.

We were fucking kids man.

We used to go outside just to be with our other friends, to be out of the house.
We have more power over our schedule than before and we've regressed in that aspect of actually DOING shit with our time.
Now,
seems like we only step out for pussy or a roll up.

We don't even go out for food, just get delivery.

That's why I like drinking and making sure they drink, makes you so active,
so active you become inactive, stooped over near a toilet bowl, releasing your insides.
That's real. That's a guy (or gal) who knew their limit and chose to exceed.
That's one ambitious motherfucker who learned something tonight.
One ambitious motherfucker I'd love to buy a drink.

Later Days, Longer Nights