this morning #1085.

this morning, this aroma i awoke to in this apartment is an unsettling mixture of cigarettes & beer & chinese food & one hell of an evening. believe me. last night earned that title. “one hell of an evening.” that’s for certain. wholly historical. in a blink of an eye, shit turned CRAZY. we were all crowded into the kitchen catching our breath after downing some shots when, from the living room, “play that funky music” came slinking out of the stereo speakers. i’ll never understand why people, me included, lose their minds over that song but we all do. from there it was ON. loud lyric shouts. more shots. people hooking up. laughter spilling over into uncontrolled rolling on the floor. history was made.