i saw evelyn again, and i spent most of the time being a drag.

i wanted to study, and she didn’t. i warned her against coke, against hanging out with the 28-year-old litmag editor that is clearly going to molest her at some point, and this is a drag. she wanted to go to an archive sale that i knew would be bad, and this was a drag, even though it really was bad, and we spent maybe five minutes there at most.

when i got home, evelyn texted me about a 20+ market hotel show that she thought would be fun, and i replied that i didn’t want to go, because 20+ market hotel shows are awful. i’m such a fucking drag. i wish that i could enjoy everything, that i could throw myself headfirst into lame ass events and lame ass people like ray and marco do. i wish that i didn’t find events and people lame. i wish that i didn’t have the gall to describe events and people as lame. i’m lame.