what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Replying to pilder, who said...

inexplicably moments of clarity come to me in the fog of what we we. sitting on a bar stool at 707 East Pine with a bloody mary while you were floating on the cloud of your golden birthday as it faded into Blu’s actual 40th stepping down to the ground to step outside to take a photo of you two in those matching Pearl Izumi getups all skreened up while Clair was hurting like vodka in a water bottle on the phone to the hotel while Matt was headed back to recover the booty left behind on the bedside table in the cloud of your golden birthday. Fuckin A+

Your Name: (Required)

Comment:

Please enter the 4 to 6 character security code:

(This is to prevent automated comments.)