exits

When it's time to make your exit, make it. Don't stick around. I was out and mad the other night, and wanted to leave at the moment of transgression. Grabbed my keys and held them in my hand for fifteen minutes, trying to think of somewhere I could go. I didn't have one. So I was forced to stay and sulk.

Before that, I was at a pool in South Austin with Matt G. (all I know him as) and his coked out friend, K.B. K.B. doesn't want to pay me back for the beer. Make a scene with Matt in a country-club-esque pool house, in front of questioning children and the line for the bathroom.

"Umm... time to go." Sunglasses on, keys out.

So it's time for me to leave Austin, soon. Can't draw it out. Currently I'm homeless and staying in Alex's room while he is away - he lives with eight boys I have never met. Coming home at 3 am. last night to three of them in the living room was awkward.