Last night I drank some beers and whiskey and played a few songs at an open mic, including: Arcade Fire's Antichrist Television Blues, Tom Waits' How's It Gonna End, and my original, Aloof. Then went back to my place with a few friends, got stoned and boxed. Yes, with boxing gloves. My lips are a little swollen and my nose still a little bloody. My friend cut his foot open because he was wearing sandles and there were somewhat jaggeds on the ground. Jeff's girlfriend, my friend Langen was really excited about it but after it began, when Mark and I started punching each other in the face, she begged us to stop. After some breaks and a match between Mark and Jeff, she boxed Jeff. It was a good time. After Langen and Jeff went home, Mark and I watched some TV. We began bickering at each other, talking about life and our goals, etc... At one point I told him he's younger than me and I thought I had something to teach him about life... but didn't really have any pearls of wisdom or anything. He left on the note that we should box more intensely next time. I concurred and played a game of Madden, some guitar and went to sleep sometime just before dawn.

Sounds like a good night in a roundabout sorta way. Watch his fists next time, not his eyes and follow through as hard as possible. He asked for it.