Let me start by saying last night was a fucking blast!
A bunch of friends met me at a local dive. We did some drinking then we headed to my fucking spot. The bartender is from Ireland and he is funny as shit. I had a conversation with some dude about hermafadites and albino dwarfes. I became friends with everyone in the bar. The next round for the bar was on me. Let me just tell you my tab was $400 so you can just imagined the drinking that we did.

18 years in a traviling band I have seen a lot of one night stands. Drinking, gambling, women and stealing hogs.

Back to the night: We turned the bar into a fucking party. You know you had a good night when you wake up the next day and there is some dude and a chick sleeping in your bed and you are out on the couch. I wake up with blood all over my shirt. I still have no idea how it got there.

So I am still drunk this morning and I have to try and remember where my car is. I get on my bike to go find my car and I am cruising through downtown. I come to an intersection and some dude hits me. I go flying off my my bike about 10 feet. I am still drunk so it does not hurt. I am out in the street laughing and the dude is all like OMG! Iml like whatever man I just need to find my car. So now my shirt is covered in more blood. hahahahahah

I finally get car and make it home and the dude and chick are awake now. They begin to tell me about last night, then they are like dude what happen to you! Just another day, Man! So they take off and I go to grab some water and there is a bunch of beer in my fridge. I still have no idea where it came from.

Dont ask me why I am so fucking disturbed. Anyway here I am writing to you and hoping that you had a great weekend.

Dante.