It’s 12:52am and the weather dropped but it’s windy. Everyone’s out being drunks and shitfaced til everyone is Irish and I just got into bed.
The wind is pushing our lovely trash cans so in my alley they’re dancing.
I’d like to sleep now. I earned it.
My date was green river because alcohol isn’t my friend anymore. I’ll be able to drink soon. Eh.
I.believe tomorrow, Esteban and myself will take the red line for a last minute Flatfoot 56 show at Reggies. Uhm, fuck yah.
Keltic punk with my best friend bringing in St.Pattys our way, the only way we know how other than watch Boondock Saints over and over. Which we have NO problem doing.