Bar Thoughts

Sort of drove 3 chicks [sic] away. But didn't, really. Drunken chat, then they split, one telling me I should talk to chicks [sic] instead [of writing]. Feel almost boozed out. With like 7/8 of a Guiness. Once other broad [sic] comes back to occupy Brad I'll drink like a bastard then go. Writing at very moment so as not to make eye contact. Chick[sic] was basically telling me I failed in not hitting on her. That hurts.