Mung Slurpee!

Porto christened our midnight toast of whiskey. He called for four more years of good times, and that we'd die within two. It's a pact I'm willing to keep. We drank blended scotch whiskey, which came off as pale water mixed in mountain dew colored liquor.

so, this is the beginning to a wednesday.
There have been stranger ways to begin a birthday.
Such as walking past Drunk Jake tonight on MacDougal.

there are worst thing than this surreal life.
such as, not having it.
or being in wrong island.

-ma$e