i'm not sure why i thought they could help. as i sat there listening to stories of pointless sex with people not worth it, i began to wish i had a beer instead of big red. this was not the conversation i had in mind. this was not the friend i needed.
night after night, the story repeats. those who need to be around aren't. ever.
this is the story of 2010.
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