Leroy's (part 21)

Last night at Leroy's I was super super tired. It was my second time there in 18 hours. Arg! Whot! The first time I hung out and gave Liz a ride home. Then I went to work, went to Double O's and we went to Darwin's Theory where we met up with my friend, Kalimah, who told us about the novela she was writing about a gunfighter. We drank two beers, Double O had his Amber and I had my Red Hook IPA, and then we went to Leroy's where I about fell the hell asleep. I managed to squeeze out about two and a half pages of writing, but it was all crap

EXAMPLE: "We played basketball not as a contest of sport, but as a contest of delinquency. He who stayed out latest past curfew was awarded honors that would be carried until the next night." Who gives a dowdy.

Mary was there and I told her I needed help finding a girl. I told her that when a human body has an iron deficiency it craves meat or beans. When the human body is low on blood sugar, we crave fruit or juice or starches. When the human mind is lonely, we crave attention. And I think the reason I'm oogaling over so many girls is because my human mind as an iron deficiency. She told me she has someone, high in iron, for me to meet and the next time we road-trip somewhere, she'll invite her. From Mary's description, there's only one problem with this girl. Her name is Julie.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, I always hated that guy Rooney anyway.

PPS, This is pretty funny: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/openletters/7brokeintocar.html