if i was someone else, i would have done the same. ****, i was unbearable at the time. especially when i had to deal with myself.
i met myself sometime later at a bar. i turned out to be extremely unique, gifted, well-dressed, well-spoken, well-read, well-heard and good looking. not to mention drunk silly and singing something rather tuneless at the top of my lungs. falling down bar-stools, tripping over the stairs, flicking away burning embers of rock burns on my jacket, blowing smoke rings outside the bar. on a very cold winter night. extremely stoned.
ever since i have been stalking myself. for such perfection, is indeed hard to come by.