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It's Friday night. The drunks are at play. Is that fun? What they do? Black out. I tried it. Failed. "Get it yourself." They shouted at me. As I asked for water. While in a docile state. And yet. I still want to join them. Their comraderie. Its life.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Chaos
It's Friday night. The drunks are at play. Is that fun? What they do? Black out. I tried it. Failed. "Get it yourself." They shouted at me. As I asked for water. While in a docile state. And yet. I still want to join them. Their comraderie. Its life.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
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