never talk to strangers... because they actually know you!

oh seriously... here... this is funny...

i went to go play a game or three of pinball at my local haunt.
this is how it went down...

game one: winning big time. at one point i had 7 balls blasting me from all angles. best score of my life!
game two: sort of okay. ball three was stalled by someone asking my name. first off, i almost shit my pants because i was taken off guard by this person approaching me to ask my name.
"sorry to scare you, but what is your name?"
"kristine" i say
"where are you from?" asks this stranger
"bend... why, who are you?"
"nick... i lived next to you" says the stranger, now know as nick.
blah blah blah.... he is jon's friend. rather, he is my old neighbors friend. this fucking guy has known me since i was 18. i have no idea who he is. no idea. at all. still.. i don't remember him. at all.

okay so this is what i found out... he has seen me in this bar once before. i'm sitting there... i order a jubelale. this reassures him that i am who i am. we bendits love our local beer. he approaches me. we have this strange conversation. fuck. fucking fuck. this guy is apparently one of jon's better friends. jon and i don't talk. haven't for a year. probably will never.

but the funny thing is... i asked ing to look at jon's stupid facebook so as to verify that he actually moved to "ya, i'm the bitch"... better known as "idaho" and all i see is the correspondence between some motherfucker named nick.

nick is the man i am talking to. nick knew me before i knew jon. nick knows jon because of me. nick and jon are now friends. apparently good ones, at that.

i smoke nick's cigarettes. he tries to kiss me. he tells me that he is going to see jon in a few weeks when he goes back to "ya, i'm the bitch". i laugh. and i laugh and i laugh. inside.

we keep drinking together. and then i found 400 dollars...
never talk to strangers... because they actually know you!