the first in a long while,
and of course the Ryan that greed
to go a month ago
is not the same Ryan as today,
and I wasn't as thrilled to go,
but it's for my friend Enid
who has done a lot for me
to say the least.
Nick was there and Sam was there,
and Even "Fart" Snow was there,
and the host was a smoking hot
older woman named Debbie
with amazing cleavage.
I smoked some weed,
talked to two Dutch girls who
I could've sworn were doing a method
acting bit the whole time.
the party had a vibe that either
a guy could bust out an acoustic guitar,
or the whole thing could erupt
into a nerd orgy with pasta salad.
Sam suggested a musical theater game
and that's when I got the hell out of there,
pulling the first sober Irish exit in history,
before heading to hear Tony's son's goth band.
there, I snapped some photos,
glad-handed a couple of folks who
just called me Coyote Blood,
and then I texted Enid, saying
I was glad she was born,
and then I pulled the second
sober Irish exit in history.
driving back, listening to Gang Starr,
and zoning out in lovely alone time,
the lights of the Sawgrass Expressway
really doing it for me,
as I pass the Panthers arena,
decide to get Taco Bell
and deny death another day.