it’s important that skully knows i hate his guts and everything he pretends to stand for...
...that night i figured i’d have maybe three greenflashes and then cut out... all good. then the assembled degenerates went three more rounds of whatever rotgut booze it was, then the bartender gave us a knock...uhhhh.
my car was up on east 6th st., and i had to really concentrate on not weaving along the bowery while i walked there... luckily i am a fairly excellent & skilled drunk driver, so made it over the bridge to a friend’s in park slope and went out for dinner and managed to behave myself - never even got the fisheye from her either! i’m sure my breath was wonderful...
and no hangover next day! especially after seeing skully’s scary girl scout knife i feel as though i dodged a bullet...