I went to a party last night that had a band playing in the basement - so kickass. I find something very awesome about bands playing in basements. The ceiling was all low and this pipe kept snagging parts of my hair, but it was ok. I went with Tommy and I met Scotty there, he's the one who told me about it. The band was like snotty sarcastic punk rock, kind of like Screeching Weasel or something. It was nice. So Tommy, Scotty and I start talking about fighting and stuff - three people who never really fought at all with anyone. Some dude that works at the Holiday Inn who's 28 joins our conversation and talks about some black dude threatening to cut his throat at work, and some other black dude attacking him when he was in high school and stuff. He made sure to point out that they were black.

So Tommy and I listened to his bullshitting about being a martial artist and stuff for a while and then took off because the keg was dry. I played some Bond on Nintendo 64 when I got home, watched some Sopranos and went to bed. I woke up at 2 today after very tumultuous dreams, and unsettling night of sleep. Now I should be getting to work, but I think I'll eat some of Tees' chili instead.

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