st patricks day

I know it's a bit late but st pats was my last eventful day.

That day I went to meet an old friend at the park down my street, It was awkward for a while since I hadnt seen him in months.

I watched him spray paint things in broad day light about 50 yards away from a police station.
I broke the ice by saying he should paint a nice big ham with a police hat on top on the hood of a cop car.
And that actually cracked him up and we had one of our good old laughing fits just like old times. It felt really good.

An hour later we were back at his new flop house not really doing anything so we walked around the block and he tagged several more things while I looked at his sketch book, He's an amazing self taught artist.

He asked me to go to a party to get shitfaced with him but i declined because I was sick and had already thrown up three times with one dry heave.
He understood and we smoked a little pot, I had to use my shirt collar as a screen to not spread my germs.

I went home 2 hours later bummed out cause it was my third st pats day in a row sober and I really wanted some green beer.