So it turns out that I am not without my bitch. He is constantly demanding what I do and when I do it. I left the Dukum early to go find him at ATO (which was mucho fun). Then when I got there, he immediately tried to get me to leave. Whiny Bastard. Then after he got me to leave we walk to this party on the outskirts of party town. When we got there, the bathroom was broken with a puking girl. I finally convinced the owners of the house to give me as much money as they could wrangle up to fix their sink. After disgustingly plunging in, I figured out that it was much more broken than any broken sink or toilet that I had ever drunkenly fixed. I gave them their money back. I left the party in a fit. I left when I wanted to leave and not when The Bitch was ready. On the walk back, I enjoyed a cigarette knowing that he would call when he figured out that I had mysteriously disappeared from the party. He didn't call until I got back, made myself a cup of Apple Jacks, and sat down to write this newfound interest of mine called a blog. What a friggen night this was in the lame ole Kirksville. Most exciting thing: drunkenly creating a blog for me to keep secret but secretly hope the world finds.