Monday, March 01, 2004
I don't know...
when it was exactly. Was it when he chased the Vicodin I found in his pocket with the rest of his coors? It quite possibly could have been when he called me at work the next morning stoned. Oh wait, I think it was the 10th call from the 5th different number Friday evening. No, that couldn't have been it, more than likely it was somewhere around the time he brought all of his oh so scary friends down to the bar to meet me after trying depserately to get me to come home with him. Oh and did I mention the 8:30am phone call Saturday morning? I'm still not sure which one of those things it was, but somewhere between then and now something has repulsed me to the point of absolute fear and loathing. Can I be more freaked out?
♥Oh, so vintage... 2:55 PM