i had a really nice talk with leslie i think i hope she wasn't annoyed i never know she was smiling sometimes they're thinking shit will you stop grilling already and rescue me and socially i'm still obtuse even sober but i'd like to think marginally less insufferable. you see why these events are a big deal, plus it always feels like the exterminating angel, like you can come in but you can't leave except to the closet, and no one knows why and they all try to cover up their ignorance with a drink and a smile and i can't smile without a drink that's a lie i probably smile more but drinkers don't like me any more. this is hopeless.

anyway the caption was, one of these good old days i'll be free or dead, but that seems too cute.