I don't think that the preview screen of a text entry window should completely erase everything I just wrote just because I accidentally slipped the finger down and refresh the page, but it sure as hell did.
probably for the best because it might have been a little too hot for homecoming, it was a retelling of the bear spray incident, which really wasn't that bad, and it's so easily could have been worse and I wish it had, in fact had I gotten there at the exact moment they needed more alcohol, and decided to call me and ask twice, first time I guess I didn't hear me, second time I don't give a shit if they didn't hear me say I don't give a shit click, anyway I can't write this all again it was a good retelling.
I remember she seemed a bit incredulous when they left, like is this really just like getting off work except this isn't my job? Is he sure I'm not going to regret this?
well I'm sure that was November 6th, and then next time I was there was December 22nd, 21st, I forget because I was a place I drove after I politely declined to join the Chesterfield Jockey Club, and decided to be a much better idea to drive home than to drive home because I did not want to go home at that time because I had nothing to say to the person who I had just discovered really in fact actually had been completely mistaken when she told me that I would never see it coming when she (blanked) me up—well, sort of, I actually knew that there's going to be a paraphernalia item in the person's hand when the door opened behind me, and I turned to greet the carrier and was handed an object.
A bear rose. I immediately grabbed it and choked the life out of it with blue spray, took a picture for forensics, and walked off into future history, with guards and defendants of the faith in the crown jumping to their feet and shaking their fists with victorious defense at the notion that I might not see something coming.
And for sure, I never saw that Thing coming at all ever, God help us all, I have prayed to God:
not ever