as i rolled over and saw girlface i found comfort in the fact that i couldn't possibly be the only one in the room that felt like absolute death. i know that she was humouring me by agreeing that a bottle of jealous bitch on the rooftop was the way to go, ending her 7 month stint with sobriety. how either of us thought that it could have ended well is beyond me. she said it wasn't because i was a bad influence, which i guess was enough for the both of us.
the skeezy neighbor was letting out his hired hand as we were coming down from the roof. calling ali by the wrong name only prolonged the awkward moment where we all knew what was going on. moments later he knocks with a consolation prize. a small baggie of weed that al held it in her hand asking "can i smoke this?"
that should have been at least one red flag. maybe the next would have been the claim that i would rather be sodomized than walk three blocks for a cheaper pack of cigarettes. that being said we simply crossed the street for gucci cigarettes and two highly priced beers only to find a bottle of wine from the neighbor on the welcome matt. flag number three might have been "i should ask him if he has any coke."
back on the roof with wine, weed and outrageously priced cigarettes the camera came out and the rest of the evening documented. flag number four would have been my sudden need to moon the camera.
some people would be pleased to know that jealous bitch is going to give the gato negro (gato oh-no) a run for it's money.
so here we are this morning. head's pounding.
i look at ali and she mutters "glad i got that out of my system."
yeah. me too.
hey, al, can you see my buttcrack?
how 'bout now?
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