Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
In no particular order: STONER MEMORY 1: "FUCK YOU, Z!" In the absolute depths of stoned bewilderment. My two friends, laughing with each other, turn to me suddenly and begin telling me, repeatedly, emphatically, to go fuck myself. AFI's The Art of Drowning "Yeah, you know what? You should go fuck yourself!" "Yeah, Z, fuck you. Seriously, fuck you." I don't remember saying anything. In fact, I barely ever manage to say a single word when I'm this far gone. Is that why they're suddenly so hostile? Does my stoned silence come off as rudeness? "Seriously, go fuck yourself. I mean it." "Z. I'm telling you. Fuck you, dude. Seriously. Fuck you." They are so insistent, and focusing on me so singularly during this time, that the only thing I can think to do is get up and leave. They pursue me. Is it a joke? In my state, I can't tell. But I struggle to think of what a measured response might be. "Where are you ...