sixgun

happy birthday me. another year and another weekend. it all seems to blend together these days. i think if i'm quiet enough i can still hear whiskey swooshing around in my skull from several nights past. the funniest part: that would have to be me passing out before the party even started and all those insanos of good friends climbing all over the house and roof trying to wake me up. the worst part: no battle scars. no singular moment that defined the arrival of the 24. all in all it still rocked pretty intense.