I wasn't sure if maybe you'd been stalked and taken prisoner by that gay black dude that liked your ass.
It wasn't that bad, but for awhile I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome. The other night at that same bar I watched a drunk/high British Indian try and eat the broken glass from a candle holder. There are too many weirdos around here. Then I got punched in the face by a cabbie, but I think I had that coming.
Unless anyone has room, looks like I'll be on a couch at MDNick's beach house for H2O, pretending like I still know what a VW is.