Year of the guey...

I stuck my foot in my mouth and it tasted too familiar….escaping yourself is not always possible…sometimes you have to look in a mirror and actually see what is looking back at yah…to know when to draw that line when to be real and when to just say what they need to hear…weekends are made for wicked debauchery and extensive moments of deep thought fallowed by vodka soaked shenanigans and losing oneself by dancing your ass off to some fucking kick ass music and all with the right person….because no matter what you do…if your not with the right person…it can all just be some boring ass shit…and the fact is the right people make everything…the right people can make any place memorable…