Leaving work early was pleasant, walking to Grand Central in the pouring rain was not. I elected to take the subway and make the transfer though it was only 7 blocks on foot. I needed a ride from the train station when I got in, through some amazing turn of fate P. Dizzle not only picked up his phone, but was already dropping someone off when I got in. The trainride up was uneventful, but life moves in slow motion outside the bubble of The Old Alma Mater. Once I arrived I never stopped moving.
I arrived at 7:30 and picked up two 30 racks of Genesse Beer on the way back from the train station. I hadn't had it since I graduated. P. Dizzle dropped me off at J-Rad's where I was staying. He wasn't in so I left one 30 in his fridge and called him. He was out and would be back "soon." Knowing this meant anywhere between 1 and 6 hours I took the other 30 to P. Dizzle's. I raided his fridge and said hey to his housmates. We sat around, I drank my cold, delicious beer, they drank whiskey sours. His housmates both got ready to bartend so P. and I smoked some pot, and drank another beer, his was a good one. I called Photoshop and was greeted with enthusiasm.
"Hey Photoshop, what's up?"
"Other Alex! How are you? Are you here?"
"Yeah, I'm hanging out at P. Dizzle's"
"What are your plans?"
"Making the rounds, seeing what's going on."
"Well you should come over here, have a glass of wine, smoke some hookah and then keep moving if you want or we can all go and party together."
"Alright, I'll finish my beer and do that."
"Can't wait!"
I finished my beer, P. and I said a little prayer to the revered Jim Beam and I went on my way with 6 of my beers. Immediately upon entering Photoshop's house I found myself in a room with 10 or so beautiful women, none of whom I had ever met. I was also greeted by a Gin and Tonic and a hug from Monica. This is what I love about the Alma Mater.
Turned out it was Ladies Night at their house and that they had still invited me. I was flattered, if a little put off. Eventually N-Unit arrived, we shot the shit for a bit and then I was off yet again after a call from J-Rad informing me he was back. Upon my arrival J-Rad was in the shower. I grabbed my crown, and filled my bag with beer. When he got out we went to the party across the way. We scouted for people we knew. I found Goodfuck, gave him and his compatriots a beer. 10 minutes was too long to stay at a party this generic so I left. I took the shuttle there and drank a beer quietly on the way. Arriving found a small party with an ambulance outside. Someone had drunkenly cut their foot open on broken glass. He was sitting there laughing uncontrollably. Photoshop was there, we talked again. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of several years, it was her topic of conversation for the night. The party broke up and the hostess invited me to stay and smoke a joint. I waited for 5 minutes outside with Photoshop, we went across the way to Paul's house. He obliged must faster than the other house. After we smoked calls were made and we went back to the other party. It was still very boring.
We went to J-Rad's house. I called K. to find out what she was doing, she was at the mug. We had talked about how that was a bad idea. She was there and I had no intention of leaving, so I stayed. Most of my friends were there anyway. It was late and I was hungry, having recently fallen into a high paying job I called and ordered two pizzas. I could pay for them myself and I felt elated. Though it could have been the additional beer I drank while we smoked the blunt waiting for the pizza. I later found out there was Opium in the blunt. As Paul Buerre said, this was a time when opium was all over campus.
After eating the pizza I found myself extremely sleepy. I couldn't tell why, though it was obvious. I made plans to get up and go to breakfast at the Big Tomato with J-Rad, Goodfuck, Smoker and 9 Blunts. I fell asleep on the plastic mattress, fully, dressed, and slept peacefully for the first time in several months.
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