It was his night, I was primed. bubbling over with faIREY JUICE.

we had drinks, drugs and drinks. after mt thrird bottle of wine at the whore club

I thought it was a good time for shots. smiling faces as big as a parade fill my vision.

 

i came to walking down the street in mid feburary at 20 below

holding an open case of miller light.

 

what's this about?!@ keep going josh, except cognitive.