This is the last night of fraternity living. I've paid my dues. Next
time someone needs a place to stay... God, I can't even write that. Who
knows what the specifics will be.
It was interesting following what was probably my brother getting
drunker and drunker as he was writing and reading e-mail, flowing from
superfluous language that sounds mellifluous to drunk people to more
incoherence to confused hostility. Having an alcoholic in the family,
even if he's not biologically related, makes me worry about drinking at
all ever, in just supporting the industry as a whole. But he could
always sniff glue, or do crack, find something to fill whatever
chemical imbalance that needs filling.
And this is, after all, the last night of fraternity living. I think I'll go toss one down with the brothers.
11:17:50 PM
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