Here’s my explanation:
I have $20. If I take this $20 downtown, I can buy three or four vodka sours, depending on if I walk or take the bus, and get buzzed or maybe even slightly tipsy.
If I take this $20 to the big wholesale liquor store, I can buy a bottle of vodka, a bottle of sour mix, drink belligerently AND have change left over for a McDouble.
That’s college level math.
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Day 3 in this city and its getting to that point that if this was a reality tv show people would start paying for t-shirts and that type shit. The amount of homeless encounters and multiple bar/pub/club hops in a single night is so ridiculous and right now one of my friends is lost across the city on an island off montreal and idk how to get him cuz me and everyone in the room is drunk I can’t trust myself driving around this city without a gps even if i was sober and the new friends here we made from burlington vermont who are a few floors above us in the hotel are still at a club so idk how they could help us out at the moment. Life is complicated.
- friend: what are you wearing on the first day of school
- me: A FROWN
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sillysaywhat asked: Duuuuude. I was very unsure of who you were, lol.
Wait, what if I’m the man in a black cloak in a quiet town? What if i’m William, or what if I am another being… another being who survived the night that Liyatel fell?
Also, can I get a pdf or a word copy of your book? I don’t own a Kindle. =/
there are some schedules and moments in a day where literally no one could relate and i totally understand where crazy plots and story lines in novels come from when the author says they’re based on a true story. nothing is said, nothing is written, nothing is known but only to the few who have been there, for now at least.