so i just got home from a crazy 3 day drinking binge. sometimes when you live in pittsburgh, you wake up wasted and 2 hours late for work on a saturday and you decide to say fuck it. show up at your friends house stumbling around and decide to get a few cases. call off work. not shower. or bother charging your phone so noone knows you're alive. and drink non stop until monday. only leaving the house to 1. go to a party. 2. get more beer. or 3. to eat....but who really needs to do that.
anyways i'm pretty sure my liver will never be the same, and my hand is ripped open. i'm not sure if i still have a job. i guess i'll find out tomorrow.
fuck it though, i needed a little break from life.
i love my friends :-)
also i'm going to see every time i die tonight and am fucking stoked!
anyways i'm pretty sure my liver will never be the same, and my hand is ripped open. i'm not sure if i still have a job. i guess i'll find out tomorrow.
fuck it though, i needed a little break from life.
i love my friends :-)
also i'm going to see every time i die tonight and am fucking stoked!
And you're right...Kerouac does save lives