It is a slow and arduous process trying to get him to come back over. To see through all the years of his mind being twisted around. We're doing it though. I can tell.
Occasionally he'll slip back in but I'm patient. He'll eventually come back over and I just know it. He even left me a gift.
It's a small pocket watch. Etched with a flower design on the back made out of circles that are all the same size looping into each other. It's beautiful and very handy.
Since I'm not sure what else to post about I'll just tell a story huh? You guys need some cheering up so you know what? Enjoy.
This is the story of the first time I ever got drunk.
Okay so basically I was 21 for the first time in... ever. So I thought "Man, I'm all alone on my birthday. Might as well try out this alcohol thing."
So I go to a bar. I do 21 shots of ... god knows what and drink I don't eve know how much liquor and beer and end up stumbling back to my hotel room after taking some people from the bar with me.
Well some how we got into a pillow fight. While being nearly black out drunk Don't ask me how we foudn the coordination to do this but we did. One guy was huge he was a biker. I don't know why he was there but he was...
Well he takes his pillow and takes a swwing at me. And I was like 'Shit, I don't want to be knocked out' so I let if phase through me. Well everyone finds this extremely amusing and they have me perform tricks while doing this.
Stuff like walking through walls and then eventually destroying the t.v. by phasing into it and then unphasing. It was awesome.
So then finally everyone ends up leaving and I practically pass out and because of my lack of control I almost pass out by a wall but instead phaze into it and get stuck. So there I am. Staring awkwardly drunk beyond relief at a pair of strangers I don't even know, stuck magically in a wall.
So they end up having to actually call the fire department and they have to cut me out with a chainsaw and I end up falling asleep with a piece of plaster stuck around my chest in the police station.
In the morning I had to pay damages, apologize to those people, and having to make up a bunch of excuses as to what happened. but hey we ended up having breakfast together and you know what?
We got along well.
...And that's what happened last time I got drunk.
It was actually okay despite all that happened. I ended up discovering belgium waffles that morning with those people.
So you know what? Shit happens and life will get better. People will come around. Fate will do a pirouette and hand you a plate of waffles.
All of you take care alright?
Stay safe. Keep it together.