Saturday, August 20, 2005

I am a rock star. Unleashed an attack on my liver last night. I remember being drunk and hanging my leg over the side of a tall building my friends and I snuck on to. I also put my hands over the satellite dish's receiver, assumingly rendering some guests without some video for a couple of seconds.

Paging Dr. Jack Daniels.

I love JD. I drink it on the rocks. I drink it in my socks. I drink it on the floor. I drink it with a whore. I drink it at a party. I drink it with my friend Marty. I drink it at happy hour. I drink it in the shower. I drink it in the... what the fuck am I writing?

Have a wedding to go to tonight. Ninety degrees with a shirt and tie. Fuck. Rafting next weekend. Sweet.

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