Vacated the local bar in Marble Falls tonight and realized quickly and without question why I wanted to leave this town. I met an old friend and played catch up as much as the bar setting would allow and I will say that part of the evening bared no regret. I took a look around a few times and noticed various types of drunk people, all of which were equally annoying and invading. I don’t understand why any woman in her right mind would ever think skin tight jeans that accented her muffin top and an obviously fake Texas Longhorn diamand “bling” like pendant on her chest would be appropiate “going out” attire. While I was contemplating this, a random drunk fellow sneaks up from behind and proceeds to drool unabashedly on my cheek while telling me if I had a boyfriend, he is a lucky man. What a fucking gentleman. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he then began to basically sexually assault the friend I was there with but she is too nice for her own good and just let him grope her like a zoo animal.. I didn’t intervene only because I figure she can fend for herself and I didn’t feel the need to be any more blunt with the guy than I already was. But this was only a minor annoyance of the evening.

As expected, I ran into some other familiar faces during the duration of the night, and found out 2 friends of mine that are married splti up and I talked awhile with one of them. Break ups are always relatable when you’ve been through one and I think she appreciated that. A little more time passes, and I run into the roommate of my “ex” best friend who just so happened to leave me a few messages the other night regarding some random drama, which incidentally, is the only sort of situation I ever hear from her on anymore. He proceeds to tell me she is on crystal meth (again) and is completely out of control, which of course I sort of knew already, but hearing direct confirmation bummed me out nonetheless. I told him to give her a message for me to which he humbly obliged but I’m not so sure it will get through to her. The funny thing is she still considers me her “best” friend after all of this, yet I don’t think I could pick her out of a personality line-up if I tried. I told him to tell her as long as she is on drugs, I’m not her friend and that she needs to get help. I hope most sincerely she hears the message and maybe just MAYBE she will listen. But it’s a long shot.

Now I’m back under a sane roof and it’s past my bedtime. Tomorrow I am back to Austin and glad about it. This town is sufficating. It’s no longer the comfortable “nest” i resided in for so long. It’s not my home. And after some much needed reflection and thought, I have decided this is most definitely a good thing. Good riddance past. Hello future. It’s nice to meet you finally.