Leaving January 11
My friend and neighbor Brian is not alive anymore, and goddamnit.
I drew a picture from a dream I had a couple days ago. It's a matte white room with 3 bright white globe lights coming out of some ornate silvery looking material in the ceiling. There are two black robed figures behind a white table that looks like a desk from a talk-show. I woke to a call from my coworker, and decided to drop in to put a pack of smokes on my tab, and have some o.j., and really just be there. Last night I had watched the fire department spray down the parking lot where the deed was done just after last call. Unfortunately they didn't get it all and there was a large blood stain still there. Upon seeing it, all the tears I had been for some reason holding back just poured out. I soon gathered myself and went inside and grabbed some soap and a cambro of hot water. It helped but not a whole lot. Then Cait pulled out the hose. after a while it still didn't get it all, but we stopped trying. It was decided that we would not be opening the restaurant today so I came back home and made pasta e fagioli and listened to Led Zeppelin "Presence". I never really gave that record a chance. Achilles Last Stand is a banger. I cried some more and made way too much pasta e fagioli. I could hear Kirb's voice, "Yeah, because you're a pasta FAGioli." Oh man. I hate today.
Some people came over and we had a fire in our back yard. Later we walked over to Gwarbar, Closed to the public but open for a private hang with friends of Kirby. I broke my sobriety streak.
I drew a picture from a dream I had a couple days ago. It's a matte white room with 3 bright white globe lights coming out of some ornate silvery looking material in the ceiling. There are two black robed figures behind a white table that looks like a desk from a talk-show. I woke to a call from my coworker, and decided to drop in to put a pack of smokes on my tab, and have some o.j., and really just be there. Last night I had watched the fire department spray down the parking lot where the deed was done just after last call. Unfortunately they didn't get it all and there was a large blood stain still there. Upon seeing it, all the tears I had been for some reason holding back just poured out. I soon gathered myself and went inside and grabbed some soap and a cambro of hot water. It helped but not a whole lot. Then Cait pulled out the hose. after a while it still didn't get it all, but we stopped trying. It was decided that we would not be opening the restaurant today so I came back home and made pasta e fagioli and listened to Led Zeppelin "Presence". I never really gave that record a chance. Achilles Last Stand is a banger. I cried some more and made way too much pasta e fagioli. I could hear Kirb's voice, "Yeah, because you're a pasta FAGioli." Oh man. I hate today.
Some people came over and we had a fire in our back yard. Later we walked over to Gwarbar, Closed to the public but open for a private hang with friends of Kirby. I broke my sobriety streak.
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