“Cailie Skelton thinks its wasteful to pour out booze for dead friends. This next drink is for my fallen homies.” ~Me on facebook.
I’m watching the sun rise from a roof in the avenues on the other side of sleep. I’m pretty sure I can see the ocean from here (almost, it’s still alittle dark) and i can hear the early morning moan of the N on the street. The end of the line. The west end of the United States. It’s 5:45 in the morning.
By all accounts it was an epic evening of drunken folly. and when things got alittle dicey, other friends offered gifts of other options. I wish I had the words.
[EDIT: I kept loseing intrest in finishing whats in my composition book or getting distracted. It's okay. It can live just there for awhile. The rest of this was written 6/15/2009]
I sort of wanted to pull a no call/no show on my recreational life the night of Owens birthday, but that wouldnt have benefitted anyone. I’m glad I went out, Im glad I was given another oppertunity to enjoy the company of friends, new and less new and be always reminded how amazing they all are.
