Part three.

Tonight I was supposed to go out with Denise, but she hadn't called by about 8:30, so I decided to go out with my sister. We picked up Cara and Jesse, and went to the liqour store. I walked in and put a 12 pack of Canadian, and the guy immediately asked for ID. No prob. I took out two pieces and handed them over. Well he must have 'investigated' them for a good 5 minutes. And that's a long time when you consider I decided not to exaggerate. Finally he held them back from his face and said, "Uhh.. I was just wondering about the last name being hyphenated." Yeah. Fuck you. It's my mom's last name, and I don't write it most of the time because it's too much work. It just happens to be on my license because it's on my birth certificate like that. I grabbed the booze and went back to the car. We then drove to Colin's, and ended up staying at his friend's place to drink. Well, Tracey and Cara drank....hell, everyone drank except me.

I decided tonight would be the night to break the news. To tell you how it was without any lying or hesitating. We walked away from the others and into the woods where it was easy to pretend no one else even existed. I softened my voice, but not the nature of the words escaping my mouth. Nothing could sweeten what I had to say. You took it hard. Harder than I expected. It was tough for me to sit and watch you crumble when I couldn't do anything to help you. Of all the knowledge I thought I had, I couldn't say the right thing. I couldn't make it better. I knew that I had to hurt someone, no matter what choice I made. I couldn't have everything. I had to keep something, and let something else go. "Promise me you'll remember something; as bad as something seems, you can still move on. It's as easy as taking the next breath, and hell, your body does that for you. Promise me you'll just keep taking the next breath. Then work from there." The way you explained how you felt made me think that I had killed something inside of you. I didn't know I had such power. It didn't feel good to break your heart.

When it was time to go, I collected my three drunk companions and set out for Ryan's goodbye party.
"I want Timmy Ho's. Now. No, seriously, I need to go to Timmy Ho's."
"I have to pee sooooo bad!"
"Yeah me too! I don't want to go to Tim's, I want to go pee!"
The closest house was Jason's. I felt bad showing up, because I knew he'd be in bed, but I didn't want anyone pissing in my goddamn car. So we went.
"If he doesn't open that door, I'm going to piss right on his fucking pavement."
"I thought I told you to shut up."
They used the bathroom and wouldn't stop talking about seeing a dead bug on the ground.
"I'm really sorry. Ok, kids, get the hell out of the house."
Onward. We went to Tim Hortons and ordered food, then headed to Maxx for slurpees and candy. We dropped Jesse at home before heading to Ryan's. There were a lot of people there that I didn't know. I wandered around introducing myself to the ones that looked interesting. I met this guy named Sean who is in a band that is, as he described it, a mix of Radiohead and Thrice with Mars Volta influence. "I love you!" I got his email so he could send me demo's once they get rolling. We couldn't stay long. Just before I headed out the door, some guy offered me pot. I politely declined. Driving home, we sang Elton John among others, and I think I had just as much fun as the drunks.

"The thing about guys is..."
"Are you starting a drunk emo conversation?"
"Yes. The thing about guys is they're mean. Annnd..."
"They always fall in love?"
"No.. I want them to fall in love."
"We think quite oppositely."




"When you answer the door, pick up the phone, you won't find me cuz I'm not coming home."
-Maroon 5