2004-07-18 - 9:42 p.m.
Drink, Drank, Drunk
I want a drink. I want a drink and I'd like to say, "I NEED a drink!" but I can't 'cause I don't really need a drink.
My father is constantly drunk these days, and it's totally fucked up. What a shitty way to deal with (or not deal with) problems! When I see him slurring and being generally out of control, I realize that I don't even want a drink. That's just something one might be inclined to say when there's something that one can't or doesn't want to deal with. That being said, when I do drink, it's with the express purpose of getting drunk. Being a control freak, the novelty of having no control lasts about five minutes and then I start getting bored.
These days, having to see my father act like a complete fucking moron, I don't want to be around here. Perhaps I'll go back to being straight edge, 'cause being a drunk moron is ugly. It's fucked up to want to go back to work. It seems that a normal person would welcome being away. I, however, can't stand it. I hope it gets better.
On a Lighter Note
Met Max and Sher at the South Shore Cultural Center today. THAT was fun. I took my time as I thought it would take them forever to get there. I was wrong. They'd been there for over an hour by the time I got there. Felt bad about that, but it was nice to get away and great to see them. Hung out there. Rode our bikes to the mansions in South Shore. Rode to Hyde Park and ate lunch at the Med. Max didn't bring his bike locks and had to eat his lunch on the sidewalk. Sorry dude.
They left and I headed over to 57th Street books and did some browsing. On the way back, rode through Rainbow Beach/Park. That place is HUGE! Oh yeah, I'll have to tell Sher that the place she thought was the Solo Cup factory isn't.
