Once Upon A Meow

Do I have to write today?
I'm so hungover, I could die.
It's one of those mornings where everything is fuzzy.
Do not mix Fireball and tequila...
I guess it doesn't help that I met a random girl in the bathroom who was like, "chill with my homies!"
And I was all like, "I'm hella down for that shit."
My friend thought she had a crush on me *laugh*
It turns out she knows a ton of my old acquaintances.
Typical...
But we ended up in some random person's apartment smoking a blunt.
And the girl had a badass sword...
I don't even know.
It's not like crazier shit hasn't happened to me down in Ocean Beach, I mean really.
Sometimes I miss it, but whatever.
That chapter of my life is closed, right?
Two different guys have asked me to move in with them this week, the guy at the bar was looking for a roommate.
It sounded more like he wanted to make a gang bang porno...
I'm serious.
Like, "come move in with me and my friends, and they're all guys."
And I'm like, "for sure..."
Fuck nah.
And then he's all talking to Kingpin (that can be his name for now), and is like "I see what you're dealing with, so I'll let you get back to that."
And I'm thinking, "nigga, I ain't that fucking faded."
So this is why I hate Ocean Beach.
Because everyone down there is like that, or at least the guys are.
I don't know.
The girls are idiots, the guys will fuck anything with a pulse.
I can't believe that used to be my scene, those were my weekends...
Getting faded with people that I don't even know.
I guess it was fun, I just wish my hangover would go away.