It's St. Paddy's Day and here I am, pretty fucking obviously not at Paddy's. It's like the end of an institution, since I don't remember the last time I wasn't there. Maybe I was fourteen? I mean, okay, no kids in the bar, and I'll admit we all learned that the hard way, great for business as it was but the were plenty of people willing to look the other way if you squinted at our fake id's.
Not that I expect any of the fine local establishments are doing that this year. You people still have souls.
It all sounds so sentimental and chick flicky, but it's not even the place I miss, though I really DO. It's Charlie and Dennis and Frank and maybe even Dee, the smallest little bit. You know, every time we faced a crisis, or a hard time, or whatever, we solved it, or got into bigger problems, okay, usually the bigger problems, but we did it together.
It's stuff like that you can't take back, even if I'm kind of getting a life here, doing books and shit for another fine Philadelphia establishment that'll let me drink as much as I want after hours, but it's not...
There's nobody as nuts as all of us, and maybe friends are the people you can BE completely nuts with, your uh, most authentic self or whatever shit the self help gurus are putting out there. It's the shared history that I miss, but making new ones? Could be good I guess.
IS there anybody who wants to go out tomorrow? I mean, I'll hang out with just anybody. Like, I've dated a tranny and I'd kind of like to improve my relationships with you know, blacks or mexicans or gays or something. Maybe even the asians out there? There are a couple of you people, right?
I mean, I'm not predjudiced or anything, is what I'm trying to say, I hope. Race and sexuality stuff has always kinda just been weird, but I'm not about to, you know, use a couple really shitty words that they should get punched in the face for, and I'll punch anybody who uses them for you if you want.
I guess I'm just, you know, looking for a friend? Does anybody want to be my friend?