Wow. You are just killing my buzz, downer douche. As the night progressed, and drinks were consumed, you failed to be a happy drunk--the opposite actually. Please don't give me every detail of your sob story, I literally just met you. I'm very sorry your "finance" left you, your music degree didn't get you anywhere, and henceforth your band probably sucks. I apologize you don't know anyone in this city, and that your parents want you to move back home. Guess what buddy guy? Everyone's life sucks. You're damn right I got the blues. So when you're out drinking with society (what I'd like to think as trying to have a good time) please: save us the misery. Or maybe some better advice would be to not go out drinking alone. Douche, I'm starting to feel sorry for you. Move back home? Or at least away from me.
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