Last night was a trip. It was like a throw-back to the old times. I drank a lot. I did a lot of blow. I stayed up all night listening to the same song. I went to the High Tide, which means I was looking for trouble. Definitely found it. I woke up far from sober.
Now I feel like shit and I’m about to go have lunch with my grandparents. Hooray for making terrible decisions no matter how old I get!