true story:

last night i met up with an old friend for drinks. we had a few pints at a local pub/eatery, then decided to catch the last train to his place to hang out and drink wine. at the station i saw a man who intrigued me*, so i sparked a conversation. his name was Augustus, and i convinced him to come to new west with us and drink. on the train we spoke of everything almost, and when we got to the right place we decided to head up the hill to a local cemetery and smoke. we found some friendly graves in the dark (it was around 2 am) and just hung around talking and playing night Frisbee for a while, before deciding that we should saunter on over to my friend's place. on the way there someone in a very fast car drove screeching past us and smashed into an electricity pole not 50 feet ahead of our trio. blue sparks flew and all the lights in the area, including the lampposts, were immediately darkened. we ran ahead to find that the car had vanished. we stumbled back to my friend's place anyway, and watched stand-up comedy on his lappy, before deciding to go for another walk back to the graveyard. where we lay around up on top of a hill on some unassuming graves. i fell asleep and was woken up 20 minutes later to see the horizon turn pink.

the next thing i knew i was waking up in my friend's place on a futon. Augustus lay sleeping on the other futon matress on the floor, and Barry was beside me, hogging the blanket and singular pillow. we all woke up before long to sunlight and my friend made us all tea. the morning took myself, my old friend, and this new fellow to Denny's. before long we were parting ways at the train**.

all in all, it was an excellent night.



*editor's note: Augustus is a 6'2" rail-thin male, aged 20 years old. he was wearing a dark navy trench coat/over coat made of wool on a 30+ degree day. he also wore black jack boots made out of ostrich skin, and had very long fingernails and wore many rings on his thin white fingers. his hair was styled in the way that it was shaved on the sides, and slick'd back on top. all in all this man exuded intimidation with his grand, terrifying stature. he also has one of the most sinister-looking smiles i have ever seen.
but he turned out to be a very interesting, sweet, and trustworthy gentleman. a professional extra, comes from a troubled home, and speaks in an accent that he never earned.

**i also saw my awesome cousin melissa at ihop. she's awesome.