Tie one on

Spent a considerable part of my Sunday nursing a hellacious hangover... Went out to Donald's house last night to have some BBQ and say some goodbyes before I split for San Antonio this week. The next thing I know, I slam 6 Mickey gernades and I'm in the back of Donald's PT Cruiser listening to Death Metal on his new XM radio, off to get a couple of 40's and cigarettes.

I can't recall the last time I pickled myself from the inside out like I did last night... but after the week I had I really needed a night of good company, the Clash and a obnoxious amount of malt liquor.