after the third phone call inviting me to the same party last night, i decided to drag my lame ass out of bed. my new philosophy is to think about what will make me happy to remember when i'm old and decrepit. so far it's working out pretty well. i'll spare you the details, except that i was functioning at a somewhat impaired level, and at one point fell out of a hammock (with a little helping hand from someone i thought was rescuing me).

but there is something bothering me. last night my friend basil came to the party, bringing his bandmate, whom i will henceforth call michael (as in bolton, because they have the same haircut). michael is in his mid-40s and is the ex-boyfriend of my friend's mom. what the hell is he doing coming to a party full of 20-somethings? what really creeps me out about this guy though is his sliminess. his sexual innuendo, his readiness to invite kids barely half his age to come jam at his house. or it might be his alter ego, Leech Man, able to attach to and suck life out of his victims. it's probably both of those. i can't put my finger on what makes me so uncomfortable, but i know i trust my instincts and i'm keeping an eye on michael bolton. thinking about him makes me cringe.

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