Friday, March 28, 2003

Sometimes I hate being an adult. One of those times
is when I go to a party these days and it's all stuffy and
wierd and people are drinking wine and there are things
like drink coasters and a designated place to put your
coats and the food consists of various cheeses and
ham and honey mustard... sometimes I miss a good
old rager of the high school type where all walks of life
cluster in some kid's divorced parent's basement and
it would smell all musty and there would be a beat up
pool table and mood lighting and stupid jokes and
all the Schlitz beer one could ever want in life and
something about the night would make you feel so
real, so alive and very real.


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