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“Come on baby don't be like that, have a drink,” I said to the brunette next to me, but as a result she ended up slapping me right in the face. To be fair I wouldn’t leave her alone all night.

“This sucks,” I said to myself as I rubbed my cheek. This was the sixth time I strike out tonight. Maybe I should just move onto the next bar.

For the past month I have been going from bar to bar trying to hit on chicks. Sometimes I get lucky and sometimes I don’t. All that mattered was trying to wash away the pain.

All I have to do is drown my pain in pleasures of women and booze. Right now that is the only thing that I can do from keeping myself from thinking about him. I didn’t want to think about him after what he did.

He didn’t deserve my sympathy, but still it kept me up at night. He took what I loved doing and turned it into a coping mechanism. I hated him for leaving, but more than that I hated hi m because he was arrogant.

Though who cares? Caring about him now would only make his death that much more tragic. Let’s get a hangover tonight; it’s not like I’m going to be the one to deal with it in the morning.