>>6003257>>6003260>>6003273>>6003291>>6003321You decide to head to the mall and get some breakfast in the food court while you decide what to do with your day. You have to meet up and practice with your new band later, so that's one thing. Felino and Jon also might be arriving sometime today, though you aren't sure if they'll be available.
Suddenly, you get a call. It's from Ralph.
"Hey, man, I just heard about what happened down at the liquor store... Were you like... there? They didn't say your name, but the guy they talked about on the news sounded a lot like you, and you told me that's the store you usually go to."
You tell him that you indeed were there.
"Oh, shit, man. Sorry you had to go through that. Shit sounds intense. If you need to like, talk or something I'm down, man."
You tell him that you don't need to "talk" because, in the end, it doesn't really matter.
"Your feelings matter, man."
You tell him feelings don't change facts.
"Feelings are facts, man, feelings are facts. Either way, give me a call if you need to. We still down to jam?"
You tell him yes.
"Alright man, see you."
He hangs up.
Sometimes you feel like you don't love anybody. Or, well, you can't. Or at least you shouldn't. What's the point if it's all just gonna be blown up? What's the point in going to college, or having friends? Sometimes you wish you spent a little bit more time doing things that have a point. But then, you realize that nothing does. Nothing has a point.
Anyway, that whole thing isn't the immediate issue. What now?
DAYS: 4
DAY TIMER: 23:30:00
>Go home>Call someone else>Go shopping>Head to Lily's house for practice>Do something else (Time Depends) 