howly shiznizzlittt...

So...

I had excessive amounts of alcohol. Than, in a state of extreme consciousness, I decided that instead of going to sleep and snoozing through my first class, I would stay up all night, and go to my first class (9:00 AM) go home, and sleep through the day. So, I drank another white russian, smoked a bit, and walked up to the train station, because a train was coming. I watched the train go by; quite theraputic. I highly recomend it...

I saw a man standing, watching the train go by, just like I was. I walked over, and began talking to him.

"Trains are cool. Yada yada yada... and than we started talking about everything. I felt obliged to stay and talk to him for 3 and a half hours, so I did. Now I'm done. He's still up there, in the train station lobby, because it opened a few minutes ago.

Fiskin eh! That was bixarre!//

How often do you meet a vietnam vet, and talk to him for 3 and a half hours between 1:30 and 5:30 in the AM?

He was a catholic. We spake of religion, the horrors of war, substance abuse, and a bunch of other jive and jiggles...


and now I'm about to pass out, so I'm goona make-a me some-a coffee--aa ..


ha ha!!
until next time; good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight...