Mad Thirsty

LA NIGHTS - 14

when I lose my cards you deal me another hand

I took Barbara to the edition to party w/ Ryan and all my friends . She always sticks her tongue out when she poses and it kinda drives me mad but I kinda love her silliness . I was bouncing around taking photos of people and chatting and I see my friend Steven . He looks at me and says,
“Do you remember me ?” He asks in a timid manner . I took it in so many ways in a matter of seconds

1 - he thinks he is so insignificant that I wouldn’t remember hanging out w/ him for the 3 weeks that we spent together - very sad

2 - I was so fucked up during this period that he thinks my brain was completely gone and not able to retain him - an entire human being, as a memory - even more sad

“Of course !” I reply immediately, still wondering why he said that . I sat him down and we talked . I ended up giving him my ring, it was a Vivienne Westwood Ring made in Thailand w/ a tiger engraved on the front . I had no idea why I did that, and I regret it . I always seem to do that when I’m high, giving shit away, I get lost in the moment of joy . I can’t ask for it back now, oh hell no . I need to stop doing that .

After the club closes Ryan and I go to the street to talk . We meet two girls and start to entertain them . I flirt and flirt and try to make them laugh until they leave . Ryan goes left 30 minutes - Malibu . I go right 30 minutes - Downtown . I watch him get into his uber and the girls as well . But I wasn’t ready to go home yet . I was already outside in weho on a Friday night, I’m still drunk and high . So I sit down on the street and smoke 2 cigarettes back to back . I watch the people go by, I don’t even look up . I just see ankles and ankles and ankles and ankles, some in heels, some in shoes, some in boots . Then I called the uber and now I’m home - I can’t believe I gave my fucking ring away WTF