Metal, Goths, Vodka, and Vomit

As you might have deduced from last night’s post, this morning was one of those mornings when I walk into the bathroom, took a good, long look at myself in the mirror and ask the question “Chuck, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Last night, I was chilling on the couch watching a documentary on the Vice Lords street gang, planning on getting a good night’s sleep in preparation for final paper writing all day today. When the documentary ended, an idea popped into my head - ‘Chuck, you should do the exact opposite of going to bed early and getting a good night’s rest’. I laced up my sneakers and headed out on a quest of stupidity.

If all te raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops

so tonight wasa social experiment. i was pretty much ready to got to bed, then decided to walk to the nearest bar ant get as drunk as possible. this bar was weird. there wwere some crazy goth bands playing the whole time. a lead singer was wearing eye makeup and shit. i dunno, just wasn’t my scene. fairfax VA really sucks. someone threw up all over the dudes bathroom, so we all had to use thewomen’s. it was weird for a trilosecond, but then it made perfect sense. so what else?