Day 1

2:00 in the afternoon and I find myself down at Flag Brew with The Great Instigator, Old Crustaceans in hand. We sat and had two. Being responsible drinkers we thought it best to leave. And we did. Straight to Mias. The beers were going down quite smoothly and I decided to call The Falbolous One. He had just gotten in town and joined us shortly. After four or five there we decided to head to Falbos car where he had a stash of Barley Wines. We killed off a bomber of Chicken Killer from Santa Fe Brewing company (very good) and proceeded to the Wine Loft in hopes of raising Freaky Freddies blood pressure and frightening a local realator. Neither were there but we stayed and had a few Belgians and some chocolates. Then back to Flag Brew for an attempt at more Crusty. After that it was back to Mias which is when the chaos ensued.

Not only did I get lost, but so did my phone. Both were later found, my phone sooner than myself. Some how I made it down to the circle k behind my old apt where I attempted to call a cab. Not easy to do when you're out of money. I fought with the pay phone for a while then walked in an asked the workers if they could call a cab for me. They did. I went out and waited. No cab. Went back in, "could you call again? thanks". Went back outside. I got too cold ( because I lost my jacket too) and I went in to wait. This time they weren't too friendly. "Wait outside." "Its cold."" We'll call the cops." "mumble mumble mumble." Shortly there after up pulls the man, or actually the men. (San Francisco Peaks as seen out of the
window of the wine loft)

"Whats going on?"
"I'm just trying to get to my friends house."
"Where does he live."
I drew a blank. I had said his address so many times that my mind didn't want to process it anymore. None the less the blue man group and I parted ways and I made it to the home of the Great Instigator. Theres a few stories in there that are funny, yet , well, time, space, and protecting the innocent...

3820 S. Am West Tr
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