10:00p.m.: After my friends have failed offer any excitement, I start making my texting rounds. In the midst of this, Chicago texts me, being weird as ever. I don’t know why I keep thinking he’s going to suddenly start acting normal. Anyways, Pool Manager texts me back first, but says they aren’t going out for a while and he’ll call me. He’s been trying to hang out a lot lately, but I’m just not into the kid.
11:34p.m.: I finally get sick of looking for something to do and decide to head home.
11:47p.m.: Pool Manager calls me, I almost don’t answer. He says they’re going to Ri Ra’s. I say I’ll meet him there.
12:04a.m.: I’m there sitting in the parking lot, tired as shit, and decide I’d rather just go home. I don’t feel like rebutting advances tonight. It’s fucking exhausting.
3:04a.m.: Missed call & text from Bowling Green that says his phone has been dead and he just left Backstage. I was asleep but just happen to wake up right after he sent this. I debate texting back, but sleep fog wins.