i worked 3 full days at handlebar (old/current restaurant i worked at) and it felt great to work hard and have a drink and meal afterward. it's pretty ridiculous how this kind of work is frowned upon by my resumé, volunteered civility and 'professionalism'. i may very well do this for the rest of my (life?). i also got drunk on saturday, watched the bulls lose after biking to a bar that was quite north. i still bike without a helmet, and it seems pretty dangerous, but i really have no vision of ever getting in an accident. i feel as if there is a force field around me (everybody needs an angel? what the fuck is that?). stupid.
i watched baseball, and might do the same at wrigley tonight. i played bags (aka cornhole) last night at archies neighborhood bar (iowa/rockwell) and kicked the shit! it's the midwestern version of horseshoes i presume, so i had some shit-kicking experience already. up by one and 4 points from winning, i had 2 throws left. i threw the first one on the box for one point, and then the second one. the second one. as i released it, i said "and here's for the game..." and got it in the hole, for 3 points, making an even 21 and win for me and my teammate (kyle casey). apparently they were still talking about it at the bar after i left. maybe i have a gift for bags?
fuck. i need to start making music again, and write songs about how i have to stop supporting sports by the minute, so that i don't die a douche in the moment.
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