I woke up today and my legs hurt because of how hungover I was. I'm not sure if it was the result of something I did while being drunk or if it was because I was having poor blood flow and my leg muscles were not getting the proper amount of blood. But then my neck really hurt too which could have very well been from getting hit by a car or something crazy so I couldn't rule out the possibility that during the process of getting shit canned and blacked out Saturday I was possibly hit with a large object or fell down a flight of stairs. Then Jack reminded me about the WWE cage match we had in my room for about ten minutes after about four Bloody Marys and a couple double whiskey and cokes which is probably the reason for the body pains. One mystery solved. Sherlock Holmes would be proud. The next problem to be solved would be how and why I ended up in the situation I was in at the end of the night. Scene: Eric is driving Eric Carlson's truck. It's two in the morning and I'm pretty sure that even though Eric said he was good to drive, I'm thinking that it was probably not the safest decision. But like I said, it's two in the morning and the bus doesn't run that late. What were we supposed to do? Walk? I've been drinking since breakfast, not happening. There are two women in the car and I'm not really sure who they are cause I just came out of a brief blackout and I'm pretty lost. One of them lives at the corner of East Jesus Ave. and the middle of fucking Loveland almost so this ride has been going on for a while. She goes to get out of the truck and makes a comment along the lines of "Well, I guess I'll be going to bed alone tonight." The three of us are all thinking the same thing. "Ya you are, now get your 29 year old fat ass out the god damn truck so I can get some fucking sleep." Needless to say I also went home empty handed but at least I wasn't complaining about it. I was balls deep with Evan Williams anyway and he always gets mad when I try and bring other people into our relationship. But what can I say? The guy gets me through some tough times and we wouldn't be able to party our dicks off without him. So here's to you EW. The finest charcoal filtered genuine sour mash.
Groove Armada – Paper Romance (Urchins Remix)
Timbaland ft. Katy Perry – If We Ever Meet Again (Chew Fu Remix)
The Whitest Boy Alive - Golden Cage (Fred Falke Remix)

