The Hole Is Still A Hole

Last night Miss Contradiction and I ventured back to that embodiment of loose morality, "the hole". I haven't visited the place in months due to the fact that I'm having an intense spiritual crisis and I have to say that my memories of the place started to grow fond in retrospect. It's true what they say, absence DOES make the heart grow fonder.

Unfortunately that sentiment was misplaced as last night the place was crawling with bottom feeders. In fact it seemed like every loser and his dog was out in full force last night. After taking enough drugs to kill a brown cow, as previously mentioned, I still couldn't alter my reality enough to believe that there were fun and interesting people in the place.

I actually met the king of all losers last night. Yesterday afternoon. I was putting on bets and this bogan comes up and starts big noting himself to me. I was all "whatever" and trying to be polite but seriously just wanted to get out of there. Turns out his father owns the place and he is possibly the most spoiled indulgent brat I've ever met. I mean he was so drunk and the bouncers wanted to kick him out. How much of a public nuisance would you have to be if your father owned the pub and the bouncers still wanted to throw you out. He kept invading my personal space and asked me to be his girlfriend and I said "not if you were the last man on earth". What's so hard to understand about "I don't like to be touched, particularly by you?" I even told him he was annoying and he still thought I was his BFF. Now I have a good reason not to go back to the pub for another three months. Gross.