I live an Xtreme life. When it gets too Xtreme, Diet Dew pulls me through.
So, here I am lost and confused. Anxious as hell, in a corner by myself, in a room full of costumed drunks. Slurred conversations meant to indicate acquaintanceship blur the audio. In the crowd are faces I know but I do not want to converse with. "Shit" races through my brain. "(My bureaucratic name)!? It is so great to see you!" exclaims an excited young lady I technically dated less than a year ago. "Well you know, I have been working on my art, which brings me to my frustration with everything morally wrong in this world which I am going to brokenly ramble about until you zone out." it worked. Her eyes indicate that she has no clue what I am talking about or how she got here. "Wellll, I'm going to goo but I'll see you around." she offers as she wanders off into the crowded bar.
An except from the random collection of unfinished thoughts
