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i am looking for someone to drink with.
oh a drinking partner.
yeh, with none of that odd stuff. god it all went belly up last time.
go to the bar with the professor. then you will be able to learn shit.
i would like to know where your local watering hole is, so i can avoid it.
if you do not know then you're not a local.
can you forget the kettle for a moment, can you put the child down, can you let loose and dance, come dance with me?
you know i only dance around a large fire to the sound of drums and a melody. somewhere i can consume toxins and lose myself in a sea of judaic time.
i am out of ideas.
pass me a beer.
i am still trying out the beers. i don't think we make a nice here. so i drink whiskey.
gin is a possibility, think bombay as nothing less than entry level.
don't talk to me about entry level. there is snobbishness in misplaced taste.
my kind would be happy to know that you think about me now and then in this frenzy.
here is a little splash of dillenger's blood on cotton cloth. courage and brains, sure you got them, but right now you need grace. i am out of the dumbo stage, can fly without it. let me get you something to drink. now, what do we have here?
something to eat?
the night is young.
where the hell are we and how far have we to go?