Dear Diary,
Last night was basic as ever so I decided to low key venture into public. By that I mean, walk two blocks to a tavern, order cheap ass beer and hopefully shoot one game of pool w/ Arthur while the Dubs take care of the Knicks in the second half.
But then fucking ex- is in there on a date which is fine but she's weird so that's what it has to be. And then get this, this girl Shannon rolls up dressed to kill (gun blouse) with her squad and they take me in (tequila shots). It was a much hotter winter night in the city than I'd expected
should I text Shannon?
