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We just moved into a new place in Emerald Point and there's a house party going on with a deejay. I notice Skippy request to turn up the music. I march in and demand the deejay turn it down. She doesn't at first and thinks I'm just some dude being stupid. But I explain, "Look! I live here. This is my house and I say how loud the music gets."
I continue, "You don't understand. We're gonna have the cops called on us. They'll show up at least three times. And on the third time they'll start arresting people for underage drinking." I point to the crowd, "They just don't get it. They don't get this kind of thing here in this city. It's a tourist-friendly state!" I go to pour out an overflowing pot I notice sitting on the counter nearby. It's understood it had raw salmon in it earlier. I accidentally splash a little bit on my face. For some reason the crowd migrates across the street to another party.
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Waking up refreshed at 3 p.m.
Small bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats with Milk. Cantaloupe.
Getting lost in private investigative work with Darren perusing through Instagram and Facebook to find out where a former roommate of mine lives that owes me money in back-rent.
Everything Bagel with Cream Cheese. Egg with Tomatoes. Honey Green Tea.
Playing basketball.
Tilapia with Spaghetti, Peppers, Onions, and Tomato Basil Sauce. Yuengling.
Watching Prometheus (2012).
Playing Unreal (the original story version, not the tournament version) on the computer – exploring a virtual alien world, swimming in bio sludge, running through dark lit corridors, and shooting any alien enemies along the way. Hours go by without notice. And now it's about 4 a.m.
Sleep at I don't know when.
[i] Unreal screenshot.
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