Rockin in the Free World
So......Type O's coming to town. I know this because everyone and their mother has told me so. I'm glad because if it wasn't for my network of friends then I would never find out anything. I've decided that I'm not gonna worry about jokes. If something comes out funny, then I'm gonna just let it lie, kinda like my attitude toward the dishes in the sink. There was something that happened to me last week, that might be worth sharing. I don't know wheather to believe it or not because it involves a person who does like to screw with my mind, my surrogate sister "Sarah".

I was over at her house, and we were having a few beers, and talking about a mutual friend of ours who had died trajically in a car crash recently. Both of us mentioned that we could feel something there, that there was another presence. Me I'm used to that kind of feeling, to her it was too creepy to even focus on what we were talking about. I walk off for a piss, come back and there's an open beer for me. Now there aren't many people who would get me a beer even after I tell them I'm not having anymore. Justin wasn't there, Sarah promised she wasn't going to try and force me to drink(though she's still a suspect), and the other is dead......though we had been talking about him quite a bit already.

Well we get passed this, though I'm still a bit suspicious of Sarah. She keeps talking about our friend and an uncle of her's that died, and keeps mentioning a flickering light off in the distance, and how "wierd" she feels. Then she suddenly went off on how I need to get out and try new things and not be afraid to do something outrageous sometimes. I need to stop worrying about the consequences and seize the day. She builds up this whole scenario about how we can go out to a club somewhere and make up new identities and just have a good time. She hardly takes a breath, all the while mentioning how she feels weird and noticing that flickering light in the distance and uses exaggerated hand motions, a quirk a certain deceased friend of mine had, but not my little sister.

She goes inside for a moment, comes back, and I start to tell her a story about a girl, and suddenly I feel like everything's gone. She blinks her eyes a few times, looks at me and says "He's gone." I smirk and lean in asking "Who's gone?" She looks confused and asks "What?" I repeat my question and she doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. According to her she feels like she just woke up from a dream and she doesn't know a thing I'm talking about.........

So what should I think? Did a friend of mine try to leave me a message through my little "sister" and the last person that he had "gone out" with, or should I just break Sarah's nose for screwing with my mind. Thoughts are appreciated.