Role Models

I've noticed an emerging pattern. I come home for a few days, get really drunk and talk to some random people...and in doing so, I have an important epiphany about something. So here is Example 2:

I was at Pin-Up, and I was (wasted) talking to some lesbians. I think it was their first date, and looking back I was maybe giving them a rash. This is significant because they were giving me a hard time about stuff, and somehow the ultra-feminist vibe about being messed with by lesbians stirred up my thoughts in a really novel and positive way.

Naturally, at some point I unearth some repressed emotional shit and I start crying. I am talking about all these good role models I have had, and how I never thanked any of them. I had and still have this vague feeling that you're not supposed to do that, but I frankly think thats pretty messed up.

I'd really like to write more, but its pretty late. So I am just going to promise my readership I am going to start thanking all of my good role models, retroactively, starting today.