Don’t take my heart, don’t break my heart, don’t throw it away
In case you haven’t figured out yet, I downloaded the Tears for Fears song Head Over Heels. It’s the one that plays at the beginning of Donnie Darko during the cut through school with the kid snorting the coke or whatever in front of his locker.
After much anticipation, Marisa and I successfully patched my pants yesterday. Now they are Frankenpants with an odd sewed square around the hole. But so much warmer!!
Chris, Marisa, and I all played pool. I was on fire. I eliminated Chris. It seemed that our plan to hustle people at 1020 would be a surefire success. We saw moneybags before our eyes.
However, when our masculinity was finally put to the test, with Marisa, Emily, Jenn, and her 2 friends watching our every move, we turned into little girls. We cracked under the pressure and lost big time.
Our failures behind us, we decided it was time for an adventure: Soha. Tension was running high this time because rumor had it that Soha failed its food inspection tests. Of course, that didn’t stop us. No one could stop us. No one, except some sketchy guy.
Sketchy guy sticks his head between Jenn and Jenna.
SG: Hey girls, can I see some action?
(They make lively conversation, but ultimately decide no, no action.)
Jenn: NO WE ARE WITH ADAM
(At this point I wedged myself between SG and the girls to protect them with my manly strength “to talk to Chris”)
Me: CHRIS WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Chris: Huh?
And sketchy guy vanished into the abyss.
If you ever catch me trying to pick up drunk girls in a sketchy bar, just hit me. Say, “Adam what has become of you,” and look down at the ground like you’re real disappointed at me. Because in that case, you should be — but your shame should be of no comparison to my own.