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[heckblazer]

[ It's probably not a video he records or posts deliberately, considering his lack of technological competence. But there he is, slouched alone on a pub patio, moping behind a cloud of cigarette smoke. He's well into a bottle of...good Lord, flavoured vodka? Birthday cake, no less?

Well. It's not like lushes can be picky. ]

Huh. Didn't think I'd make it to see another one of these days.

[ He adds his cigarette butt to the mountain on the ashtray in front of him, and lights another, muttering softly between his teeth, ]

Happy fuckin birthday to ya, Johnny.
Useless twit.

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[heckblazer]

As if anyone's ever accused me of being classy.

[airshow]

Nah, a guy doesn't usually drag out the candy-flavored stuff for special occasions if he's high on the ol' totem pole.

[heckblazer]

Me? 'Course, nothin' special. Just figured I should try seasonally-appropriate alcohol for slow but certain self-destruction.

[airshow]

Oh, one of those birthdays. See, I rented myself a pony last year for the ol' thirty-mumblemumble, but I didn't think to try the self-pity thing. What's it like? Recommended?

[heckblazer]

Depends on how much you chainsmoke. The systematic desctruction of my taste buds makes it a bit easier.

[airshow]

Kicked the habit a while back, myself. Mostly, anyway. Those things'll kill you.

[heckblazer]

They nearly did once. I got better.