Returning from my drunken state at devin's: day one
I cant believe the euphoria I feel right now. I want to tell eveyone how much I love them so, but I feel like I'd just be written off as just some annoying drunkard, despite the fact that I am as sober as Matt Reddy. I love Zach, laying there on the hideaway loveseat, that beardo; that bearded young man. He is beautiful. A pure specticle of my love for all humanity right now, in particlularly the ones I care about the most: my friends.
Devin has usurped the other love seat as a bed. He is a remarkable human being, that boy. I love him, as he lays across the room infront of me, riding sleep as far as his eyes will take him.
I want to get up and proclaim my love, and thank them for being themselves, lovely, drunken men that they are. I love em all and wouldnt change it for the world. I worry that I am a bother, but its probably just my paranoia, which wants to convince me that my current state of such supreme bliss cannot be maintained-- I know it cannot be maintained, but I still want to ride this for as long as I can.
I was not aware such a high could be achieved by ethanol alone. What perplexes me is the fact I hardly feel any after-effects of the alcohol at all asside from the bitter post-morning aftertaste of Guinness and Amber Boch having been swished around in my mouth for the past 5 hours.
I am the only one of us awake, 8:38 am. I too am beinging to feel the onset of the party: drowsiness. My plan is to sleep through the day in time for Mike to return from Venice so we can party with our tribe comlete. Mike will understand. He will share my need of huging and kissing every one of us; if not, than just eachother and zach. Mike will know. Mike will know.
Devin has usurped the other love seat as a bed. He is a remarkable human being, that boy. I love him, as he lays across the room infront of me, riding sleep as far as his eyes will take him.
I want to get up and proclaim my love, and thank them for being themselves, lovely, drunken men that they are. I love em all and wouldnt change it for the world. I worry that I am a bother, but its probably just my paranoia, which wants to convince me that my current state of such supreme bliss cannot be maintained-- I know it cannot be maintained, but I still want to ride this for as long as I can.
I was not aware such a high could be achieved by ethanol alone. What perplexes me is the fact I hardly feel any after-effects of the alcohol at all asside from the bitter post-morning aftertaste of Guinness and Amber Boch having been swished around in my mouth for the past 5 hours.
I am the only one of us awake, 8:38 am. I too am beinging to feel the onset of the party: drowsiness. My plan is to sleep through the day in time for Mike to return from Venice so we can party with our tribe comlete. Mike will understand. He will share my need of huging and kissing every one of us; if not, than just eachother and zach. Mike will know. Mike will know.
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