03-26-2002, 04:11 PM
One day in December, I was really drunk at a bar and there was this sad girl holding the wall up. She looked really pathetic so I went up and talked to her. Her voice was absolute murder and I walked away thinking: now this girl would definitely kill herself, but she doesn't have the drive or discipline. Her existance must be tragic. She is probably just going to get herself knocked up. I walked away laughing inside.