remember “truth or dare?” dare always seemed much edgier and more interesting. truth leaves it wide open to people to make stuff up and say it’s the truth. i think that’s the case with everything. think about it, dare! rob a liquor store! truth, have you ever robbed a liquor store? see what i mean?
i wouldn’t want to work at, or own, a liquor store. talk about boring. selling alcohol to people who are already drunk. after clubbing up in the city we stopped to buy more beer. i wanted a tasty imported beer so i got st. pauli girl. it wasn’t until we were in the car that i realized they weren’t twist off bottles. i was tempted to pry the caps off with my teeth.
i broke quite a few little bits of my teeth off with the years of piercing metals in my tongue and lips. when i bit down hard on a tooth while playing with the piercings, the pain shot through my whole head. i did my best to forget. i guess i forgot.
they didn’t have the nitrous because of some regular fuck up. regular as clockwork or bowels in good working order. they offered me Valium but i cried because i always took xanax before. what good would a valium do me? drop in the proverbial bucket. that’s the second time i’ve said “the proverbial” in this blog. i tell myself forget, forget, forget.