the peach pit but not on 910210

I am writing from the legendary Peach Pit right now. In my mind, as I am sure others, seem to think that The Peach Pit is one of the greatest Pittsburgh landmarks there is. Like Point Park or Mt. Washington. They all say there is some kind of punk rock history in this falling down, dilapidated old house in Oakland. To me though, it just seems like a falling down house where my friend Sarah lives.

We are all drinking because it is Alex's 20th birthday this Sunday. We ate chocolate cake too, and it was really good. Me, Sarah, Alex, Stacey, and Dan. I am drinking a Pabst right now as the other four members of the party are talking on the porch. I don't feel much like talking tonight though. I feel more like walking and being introspective about my life.

But I am here with them, and I guess they are my friends. Some of them anyway. They aren't not my friends, but I just don't know them well enough. They all seem to be very nice though.

Oh, well. I need to go Alex is looking over my shoulder.

{(Rainer Maria - I Love you Too)}

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