I guess about 4 or five nights ago I told my old grumpy friend that I was gonna call him back the next night, because we were talking after Adam and I went at it and he nodded-off on his oxy's, and I think I didn't call him back because basically our whole conversation revolves around how I was stupid to fuck up my life and move to IA; and I can redeem my self/life by moving in with him and letting me take care of him for a wage/allowance and get my (occupational?)license and really just take care of him, because he's got a lot of money, a lot of oxy (for STARTERS, dude's like a fucking pharmacy, and I've met people who claimed they are pharmacies before, OMG no they weren't) and an insatiable discontent with modern society and what seems to be people in general. In his defense, he's never ever tried anything fishy with me, and he could have many times, because I passed out drunk/oxy'ed around him bunches, and I know something went on when I wake up after not remembering, and it never did happen with him.

I'm drunk, so either you catch this entry in a state that is totally incriminating and disgraceful, or chances are I'll probably forget I even wrote it and wont find it tll I sift through this whole dumbass page ina few months and do the whole "Memory Hole" thing.