Détente & Alcoholism (The 70's Entry) in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I have spent the last two weeks trying to scrounge enough money to pay my rent.

What a spectacular start to a harrowing entry.

It still hasn't really come together, but I'm close to pulling a rabbit out of my hat.

I haven't talked to Mikey in weeks. That's fine, I'm not too worried about that.  Dave and I had a date but then he cancelled because he started fucking another guy.  I was really upset the night it happened, but I wasn't really upset with Dave; I was more upset with myself.  I knew when I was hanging out with Dave that the other guy liked him, and I even questioned him about it.  He assured me that the other guy didn't like him and that they were just friends.  The next time I saw Dave, they were together.  This story should sound familiar to people who've read me for a long time because it's the exact situation that happened between myself and Jeff the Jew.  That's why I was upset, I didn't trust my instincts and ended up getting hurt.

It's resulted in a shaky truce between Dave, the guy and myself.  It's just difficult when we all have mutual friends that must tolerate our détente.

I first met Dave through a guy named Jarid.  Now I like Jarid, but he becomes a fall-down mess when he's drunk, something that happens more often-than-not.  Jarid sober is a sweet, smart and funny guy who really has his shit together and can have amazing conversations.  But he doesn't know where his line is and it makes me wonder if he has any comprehension of the existence of a line.  It's really made me think about what makes people alcoholics.  The thing is, I've met alcoholics and he doesn't act like any alcoholic I've met.  I suppose the only requirement for alcoholism is compulsion/addiction and the inability to control your drinking.

I shouldn't really be talking about this because I don't really know anything about alcoholics except what I've seen amongst those that I've known.

Anyways, Jarid is really sweet but I noticed something really odd, he wouldn't introduce me to his friend on my birthday.  I couldn't understand why, and when I met that friend again a few nights ago, I questioned him about it.  Tommy was his name and he told me that Jarid never introduces Tommy to guys that Jarid finds attractive.  I had an inkling that Jarid liked me (mainly because of all the times he's tried to molest me when he's drunk) but to hear Tommy's words made me really concerned. 

The problem was, I ended up proving Jarid's fear correct by hitting on Tommy like crazy.  The problem was, I've been reading Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City over the last several weeks and so I'm hitting on people like a 1970's queer.  For some reason, I'll just always be a man from another time.

Speaking of which, I'm really going through a disco revolution right now... Even greater than that of my Disco Army Tour in 2012.  Good music and good times. Ugh, why am I living in America in the 21st Century?! I should have died of AIDS in the 80s at the age of 38 or so... anything to avoid having to know what a Kardashian is.