I think he wanted me to hang out. His name was Luke, potentially Skywalker.
Anyway, look had a shitty night. However, while mine was mostly family related problems, his problems were much bigger. He is right now probably at Jack Astors getting completely hammered and then crashing at a hotel. Relationship stuff gone more sour than five month old milk.
I offered him a light to light his smoke, and that struck up our conversation, which I didnt keep going. Why, because I am the most antisocial person I know. Instead of opening my world back to his, I split in a general to-the-lake direction, and disregarded the fact that Luke didnt have any company either.
Ah, shit. I guess it happens.
Luke, I hope you're doing well, bud. It was really nice talking to you.
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