I just got home, at this time in the morning. Still reeling from the epic break up I went threw back in 2010 and (very recently) the me getting told to leave the bar because I wasn't working... after hours... with my ear to the floor, but I digress.
I saw, what I shouldn't have seen. My competitor, leaving the e-bar. NO, NO, it happened! My eyes pulled away, he's go nothing to say to me. I've got nothing to say to him, it's pretty goddamn mutual. He knows.
I spent some time on the rail this morning, trying to get back home and not smell like a complete drunkard. I still do, but less than I smelled several hours ago. i think I'm doing well for how hot and humid it's been outside. The A/C is on and the oscillating fan is drying me off, it's blue outside, oh SHIT!