Damn.

earlier this night. thought this would make a good writing and somewhat comical, seeing as i have strange luck.

Buzzed, and I feel like I'm on top of the world.

I looked around and found a face I didn't know.

Curious I wonder over to chat.

Twarted by the call for shots.

Damn it.

Two Jager-bombs later, I find this mysterious face again.

Maybe its just me, but I think I'm getting blocked again.

Double damn it.

Finished a smoke, go back inside.

There's the face again.

Perfect opportunity, time to set the game in motion.

Oh, here comes one of my friends.

Great, blocked a third time.

Triple damn it.

Coming off the buzz and caffiene high,

the face is still there, but no chance to talk.

Oh we're leaving.

Blocked the final time.

Damn damn damn.

Later on, completely sober.

Still thinking.

Maybe next time. Just maybe.