Party City

They came for the parties, but stayed for the...

Actually not a single one of them I bet could tell you what they stayed for. I mean they'l give you their reasons, but do they believe themselves? If you look into their eyes as they ingest another puff of smoke do they actually believe the thing that they are telling you? 

Maybe this is why I don't belong. Because I know that when I tell people my reason for not leaving Party City, I can tell I'm telling a fucking lie. That's why i like to shoot back a shot or take a big swig or take a drag off a cigarette when I tell someone what I'm doing in Party City. 

Easier to lie with some vice in my mouth.

Then again when I am I gonna leave Party City? When? Will I?

I don't believe it. That's why I'm so obsessed with all the new blood. Always itching to hear what brings them here. When they tell me their reasons for coming I know their reasons are dumb and not well thought out. But when their story comes out of their mouths I believe it. 

They are in Party City and they want to be. For better or worse.

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