Well, that night really sucked. But then again, I never really got much game from Bombalurina to begin with. She's more Tugger's type, anyway. I wonder why David even brought me with him. At least he had more fun than me. We didn't get back to his apartment until noon. There, he turned on that big, black, cam-thing and played his guitar. I suspect he was trying to get me to enjoy his music like usual, but I wasn't feeling it today.
David fancies himself a musician. He's in college for something, but he spends most of his time with his guitar or keyboard or drums. That is, when he's not with Brittany. He's always about writing songs, often about her. Yeah…he really doesn't do much else. I kinda feel a little bad for him. A little.
But he does have a few friends. His one friend—Steven Gullini—comes around a lot. David tells me he's a "pagan," whatever the fuck that is. I suspect, though, it might have something to do with Coricopat and Tantomile. You know, Steven is their human tom. And the three of them…they seem to get along…strangely. But at least he seems normal when he comes about and plays music with David. Like he does almost every afternoon. Like this very afternoon. I decided to go find Jemima or someone to hang with, my ears were beginning to ring from all the music.