i don’t recall that chair falling over with me innit still and that fat biatch laughing at me. and i don’t remember how much i drank, either. i don’t remember being dipped and then dropped on the dancefloor. was that a girl or a boy? i must have hit my head. and i don’t know how those curtains got all wrecked and torn off the windowsill. jeez. but at least we’re all still friends. at least i think we are. i’ve never partied in this part of town before, with these kids and with all their weird teknoise drumnbasswhatchoomacallit. i just kick it at the bar and talk into the bowl of peanuts and hopefully someone who knows about fear factor will stop by and listen to my theories. um ok that’s all.