Hear from the outside what sounds like nice, youthful adventure on the inside, that abandonment issue I have when I get drunk, those scantily clad part going girls in the 20 degree February weather, looking for a valentine to take home and try out with creaking bed coils until the true date approaches and many suitors battle outside, gently without trying to rough up their bouquets or bloody up their tuxedos, and quietly as to not offend the neighbors, hey, hey. I was distracted by a mess. Telephone dissonance and a bar scene indescribable. I nearly started crying. Here I am once more missing out on the present tense, the insanity of this greek life I can't fathom, those spray tanned, long legs and their disciples at their heels, gnashing.