Damn you killemwithdeliciousness, you were right. Damn youuuuuu.
Anyhume, last night I had one of the best night outs I’ve had in an age. I went to a bar in the sky and drank tea and G+T’s with friends all the while immersed in the glittering galaxy of the city lights below.
Sadly my phone was dead so I got no photos…but it was amazing nontheless.
Or at least I’ll try to. Need to put in more reading hours and just detach from this internet addiction crap. We’ll see.
…and I’d really like to get in a proper fist fight.
It doesn’t matter how Zen I become…I will forever more wish to go to the pub, get in to a squabble over some petty issue, or defendin’ m’girl or whathave, then fall in to a proper fight, feel my knuckles spring on a guy’s lower mandible as it buckles and dislocates at the joint, break something important, both of us pull up bloodied and bruised and we buy each other a pint at the bar and laugh the whole thing off in the back of the Ambulance.
It’ll never happen because I couldn’t ever bring myself to hit someone and I’d have wasted 12yrs of careful consideration of the advantages of non-violence and peaceful conflict resolution.
But sometimes it’d be nice, in a weird way, to not be so ethically burdened.