Get one more in before I go.

Last night when everyone heard that Ray's dad had died, they got sad and went home. They were supposed to be meeting me at the party I was at. Jolie and Navi decided to come anyway. The party was too crowded and the keg was in the center of the back yard. We languished for some time in the vortex of the keg gravity, but a number of people left so we were able to have a seat and smoke a bowl. Fluke sat w/ us and another guy, who talked about running and going to the gym. He said I should run or bike on Roosevelt Island. I would, I said. Everyone is staying so healthy these days, it is fascinating. He had gone to the gym on Friday, not sure he would do it over the weekend. Everyone is dealing w/ these silly preoccupations. Jolie and Navid and I talked about Ray's dad. It was sudden... He must have had poor health... He was an alcoholic... Must have been in his 60's. I didn't know why it caused everyone to go home for the night. I should think that if you were sad about death of you would want to be w/ friends. Death makes me want to party. Get one more in before I go.