comeback.

1: motherfucker! i am covered in beer.

2: no one cares.

1: i care.

3: i'll get the sponge.

1: please do. oh it's on my shoes.

i can hear the party next door perfectly. their window is open so they can smoke. my window is open because my apartment is a furnace. our windows are perpendicular to each other. i could see them if the angle was right, or i was in the window in the other bedroom.

my roommate is back. i am resisting the urge to be disgruntled about this. i have banished myself to the kitchen. she will sleep soon. when i walked in, we talked for a bit, and that was maybe the most i've said today. yes, it surely was.

no one cares.

where are my fucking cigarettes?

right there

oh shit i found them.

they've been there for like an hour.

huh

how long have i been here

i know right

that's what i'm saying live fast die young.

i been smoking like a year i'm gonna quit when i graduate.

when i'm twenty-one.

right basically when you graduate.

you look really fucked up.

wait do i look really fucked up?

you look really really high.

we're on a college campus right now and we can't find any weed.

i love female dealers!

if you were gay, or you had a gay brother, i'd go for it.

this is the party

your face is the party.

all my smokers in da kitchen.

you're not a smoker.

i quit.

thus ends the transcription of the party next door.

(one more)

"peace the fuck out."