Every day, it seems, one more thing to remind me of why I used to smoke. Tonight it was the Thinking Man, holding an after-hours birthday thing for one of the regulars. They did a lock-in and everyone was smoking inside.
The atmosphere, the convival, as it were, and the cigarette smoke just kind of... pulled at me.
By the way, Rasputin's Ghost? Total fucking dick. Drank the last of my beer, and then fucked off.
Asshole.
The atmosphere, the convival, as it were, and the cigarette smoke just kind of... pulled at me.
By the way, Rasputin's Ghost? Total fucking dick. Drank the last of my beer, and then fucked off.
Asshole.
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Date: 2008-10-18 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-19 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 05:59 pm (UTC)Rasputin's Ghost? damn man. does his ghost look as bad as the man must have after being nearly killed 4 times (and then dying of freaking hypothermia)?
anyway, damn the beer-stealer. that is no good.
hope you are well.
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Date: 2008-10-19 04:26 am (UTC)