Every bear for himself. God against all.

It was raining most of the day but it stopped towards night. Every day had been rainy before it too. The subway was hot and damp. When I got out, the clouds were low and the ground was still wet. Patches and Allie were waiting for me at Deluxe. They were already drinking Mjito’s. Patches pronounced it in this Spanish sort of way that I found annoying. I had a beer. We talked for a while about what we were doing. Patches said he had been promoted at NAMBLA. He was now new media coordinator for all west coast operations. “It’s cool. The money’s good anyway. They’ve got major content management and flow issues, though. Their webmaster is such a douche.” “A douche-master!” I added, but no one laughed. Allie was less specific, just saying that she was, “drinking alot,” and that she was about to head to LA to, “get her head together.” I ordered the spring rolls, naturally, and Patches and Allie both had blueberry milkshakes. We got drunk. Allie suggested we break into Furnald and we all agreed that is was a good idea. “I need pizza first, though.” My head was spinning. I put it down on the table. Patches dug out my wallet and ordered a round of margarita’s for the house. Later, apparently, they put me in a taxi uptown. The next morning at work I puked in the office bathroom.