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I went to a party last night.
Contain your gasps of horror.
Sometimes when prodded, nagged, and the stars of my anxiety, and a free evening come up
I'll get out for a bit.
Course it was also an opportunity to drink with my would-be little brother, and catch up.
It was a chance I took.
Met some weekend poets, some moondogs, and a few lost souls.
Talked about rhetoric, philosophy, jumped from errant fireworks, and couldn't much get out of big brother mode.
"Hey, do you wanna go inside? You're laying on the grass, and pretty drunk"
"Hey watch the fire... that's the fire... get your foot out of the fire"
"There's a naked man. He needs to manscape, but otherwise bravo sir"
Met a few significant others of friends and acquaintances, one got shithammered pretty early, and you knew she was out by the time her head snapped back in her chair and she didn't wake up...
Helped carry her in.
And then I got to chat with one of my old mentors from community college.
He's moving on to a state college south and east.
Wished him the best of luck.
Told him about my err... "experiences" lately, and he was concerned, I told him
"Hey, some crazy bitch almost broke my jaw, but some day I'm going to write a best seller because of it".
I think he appreciated that.
His life is in flux.
Mine too.
Talked to the little about his brush with death, being ripped off at gun point, and knife point. Told him I wish he had been with me and my old roommate, because we had more guns than hands, and no self-preservation instincts.
Talked about my work with above mentioned philosopher, encouraged him to write true to the moment, he considers himself a bit of an essayist, and we talked about writing, almost every day.
And post-modernism, and an allied front to "move beyond it".
Talked to a moondog/moon worshipper, talked about the link all life on this planet shares, and she... uh
she's one of those "free love" types. And she was telling me that I should be more confident, that confidence and openness had brought a lot to her life.
I told her I couldn't be bold like her, that I have a grinch-sized heart
and only have room in my heart for one person.
And then she wanted to drunk-LARP... so we got some padded tubes from her trunk, and
people started hitting each other >>
Bit of a wild melee.
I picked the lance. The lance wins. Everything.
Especially when you have some formal weapons training.
Talked to the man with two first names about fist fighting, said he'd never been in a fight.
"Get the first shot, try to get the nose, most people have never been hit in the face so it dazes em, and the nose shot tends to hurt, and make their eyes water- then go for the balls, and do as much damage as you can in 15 seconds, hope it ends right there"
The people that had known me for 20+ years busted up laughing because the man with two first names was smiling and nodding politely
"No you don't understand, he's really nice, but he's telling the truth, he's probably been in a hundred fights in his life"
Maybe not 100 >>
but enough to have some general advice for amateurs.
If you're going to fight, fight dirty and fast, shit has usually gone terribly wrong for you to even be in this situation, do not fuck around.
Then there was a naked man.
A couple times.
Dude needed to manscape... and not fall down and break shit.
Bit of a buzzkill.
People were already starting to go home over dayjobs, and girlfriends, and wives, and school.
I was among the last men standing.
Said hello and goodbye to the wobbly, and the recovering.
Didn't have to play designated driver.
Was kinda hanging around for that contingency actually.
I'd rather take a stranger home, than have a stranger hit a pole
or a house
or another car
or a ditch
or a bridge
and then I drove home
smelling of wet grass, bonfire, and full moon.
