Ugg, the day after.... 
The night started with me rob picking my friend andy up from the airport. We skated for a while untill rob broke his board, then we hit up some party in the sticks. Didn't know all the girls there were 15..... We laughed at them trying to figure out how to do beer bongs and headed out before we got ourselves in trouble.
Tribes was our spot for the night. It was ok, nothing really special that night, but a couple of friends of mine were there, so that was cool. We danced, drank, talked to all the silly people and had a great time.
4:00 am found us, where else, but waffle house. There was this girl there by herself looking mighty gloomy. It was sad talking to her. She had this belief that all the people that are out having fun were just faking it, all the people that were nice were faking it, and that life was just one long torturous decent to decay. I've always beleived that we choose how we view our worlds, and that choice creates our reality. Poor sad girl.
I found the perfect hangover cure.....
My buddy Dustin let me ride his motorcycle to I-Hop this morning and they hung out of the car window taking pictures of me wheeling down the interstate. Adrenalin is definitely the best medicine.
Tonight i'm probably going to end up at Stella Blue, so perhaps, just perhaps i'll see some of you buddys there....
The night started with me rob picking my friend andy up from the airport. We skated for a while untill rob broke his board, then we hit up some party in the sticks. Didn't know all the girls there were 15..... We laughed at them trying to figure out how to do beer bongs and headed out before we got ourselves in trouble.
Tribes was our spot for the night. It was ok, nothing really special that night, but a couple of friends of mine were there, so that was cool. We danced, drank, talked to all the silly people and had a great time.
4:00 am found us, where else, but waffle house. There was this girl there by herself looking mighty gloomy. It was sad talking to her. She had this belief that all the people that are out having fun were just faking it, all the people that were nice were faking it, and that life was just one long torturous decent to decay. I've always beleived that we choose how we view our worlds, and that choice creates our reality. Poor sad girl.
I found the perfect hangover cure.....
My buddy Dustin let me ride his motorcycle to I-Hop this morning and they hung out of the car window taking pictures of me wheeling down the interstate. Adrenalin is definitely the best medicine.
Tonight i'm probably going to end up at Stella Blue, so perhaps, just perhaps i'll see some of you buddys there....
Poke around, post some pix and an introduction, and make yourself at home.
-W