I went to Scruffy Duffy’s with my awesome ex-corrections-officer roommate to watch football and drink beer and eat wings and nachos and mozzerella sticks and jalepenos and play pool yesterday. All day. Life really doesn’t get much better than that. I saw a woman that was so drunk that I literally thought she was going to keel over and die right at the bar.
After all the games were finished my roommate and I went to the closing night cast party of “Smoking Bloomberg”. They had the top floor/balcony reserved of a cool joint in midtown. I got to see several people I haven’t seen in years. Great people. Good fucking times.
Lots of scotch.
God, kill me.
I just woke up and I want to die.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.