Swallow Follow One Shot with Another

I was drunk. I was walking listening to my roommates talk about Chompski and other things that i really try to understand but just end up thinking that pre-cogs are cool. We end up at the party that was supposed to be "a hell of a time" and the first thing that happens is that i get checked. "Who are you? Who do you know?" i was just trying to pee. We are all asked to leave and i see Bryan. I know Bryan as the punk rock kid who puked on my carpet. broke ass mother fucker. We got naked at some punk fest in the middle of the country and some lady took pictures of our drunk asses. I'm getting old. At least I feel old.I need a change. Change of pace. Change of job. Change of scenery, but most of all i need to change the ice in my rum.