what a weird fucking week. i keep forgetting about the fulness of the rollercoaster. maybe i just forget about all the different rides in the park. tonight was a new one, or at least one i hadn't experienced in about a decade. there it was, 2:30 a.m., and me, with my hand around a guy's neck, my knee on his chest, on the terrace of idée fixe. "you need to leave, now." motherfuckers better learn not to start shit with my friends when they've had too many beers. fuck. seriously.