Monday, November 12, 2012

Never going back again

About a year ago, I think, I was at a party in San Francisco where Sam and Aaron peed off the roof and the fog ruined the blow-out that I trekked all the way to Richmond to get and there was a guy in full "mixologist" regalia and I just wished he'd pour my fucking whiskey-ginger ale and be done with it and there was a giant pot of lentil soup (OF COURSE) and I may or may not have puked on a coffee table and in the morning we drove back across the Bay Bridge probably listening to that Lush tape and Sam and I went back to bed for several more hours

I liked that. Too bad for everything else.

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Maira Gall