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So, I just finished listening to Lionel Barrymore's A Christmas
Carol and I'm feeling warm and fuzzy, but being an existentialist these
feelings can't last long by default, so anyway... Certain people in this
organization get on Mr. P's case about not attending social functions.
Well, I ended up being suckered into going to my other job's holiday party
(hey, you're an ascetic, you can be the designated driver!) The
first four hours went fine. Five minutes before I was ready to drive home
(1:00 am) I'm in a parking lot of an apartment complex with two co-workers
and a man and woman who were friends of one the co-workers and whom I'd
only met that night. The next 20 minutes involved: 1)Expletives 2)Man throwing
beer into woman's face 3)Men hitting women 4)Women hitting men 4)Blood
5)Expletives 6)Domestic violence 7)Me attempting to intervene 8)Expletives
9)Lots of yelling 10)A forgotten apartment key 11)Breaking a window 12)Kicking
in a screen 13)Expletives...
...and probably the police but after the bloody woman was safe in good Samaritan' apartment I left. I think this is clear proof that existentialist's were not meant to party. Thank you. Click here to return to MR. P. |