Jason--
Damn, why am I always let for everything? I mean, I would've been here on time, but I had to stop and get gas. I don't know why James insists on hosting EVERY party, knowing damn well he lives wayyy Uptown. Oh just great! I can't even find a parking spot. The last time I came over here, my shit got towed. Nope. Not me. Not this time. I'll just sit in my car until....SHAZAM! Let me whip into this parking spot before someone scoops it up. Whelp, I guess I better go inside and join the party.
He just has to live on a block with no street lights, huh? I know I'm a bit salty, but it's because I haven't had sex in weeks. The last girl I was with got a forehead kiss, and never called me back. I was really feeling her, but I guess that scared her away. She actually lives around here, so it's just an awkward situation. "1722, 1724, 1726....."
......Why does it feel like someone is watching me? I swear I saw that girl across the street peeking out her window. Meh, I'm just tripping.
*knock knock
James: "Who is it?"
Me: "It's me, Jason."
.......I promise you that someone is watching me.....it's strange. Oh well, let me get in and catch up with my folks. I hope that tonight is one for the books.
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