I’m gonna tell you guys something that I’ve never told anyone except Danny because he laughs at me when I tell him but its an, “I don’t know what you were smoking but I love you anyway kind of laugh”.
When I was 16 I met a guy. You may have guessed that the man pictured above is him. I thought this guy was the beees knees. Then again, I thought EVERYTHING was the bees knees cause cocaine is a helluvadrug and lets just say that my judgment wasn’t exactly in top form for those couple years. But the point is, I met this guy and he was 31 and in a band and nice and I was like, whoa man, this guy is cool and I’ve never been in a serious relationship before so maybe we’ll give this guy the go ahead. We started dating and things were going ok. Eventually I found out that he was the most arrogant man I HAVE EVER MET, which I totally did not understand because, really, he didn’t have anything to be proud of. He was the most loser-iest loser on the planet.
So one day we go to our friend’s place as we usually did cause there was always a party goin on. He was trying to sell tickets to his crappy band’s show which was on a Tuesday night and no one wanted to go. I mean, no one wants to spend $20 to go see a shitty band at a shitty venue on a Tuesday night.
Meanwhile I’m getting sloshed and didn’t really notice when he disappeared for an hour. When I finally realized he was gone, I went to look for him and found him in the bedroom, alone, sitting on the floor, crying. This 31 year old man was crying because no one wanted to go to his show. He started whining to me, as would a 5 year old boy, about how no one wants to see his band and they all suck and why won’t anyone just buy a ticket?!?
After that I kind of lost interest and broke up with him two weeks later.
This was 7 years ago. He IMd me about 2 months ago to let me know how he was doing. This man hasn’t had a girlfriend since we broke up and is still living with his mom and still trying to get his band recognized and still “working” as an IT guy from his home. He asked me why I broke up with him. Really? Really??
Moral of the story: Don’t do cocaine.