4 years later

And a couple of beers one evening, both single again.
Fuck.

At least we still have each other after all that time. That's nice.

Music is playing loudly, and beers and chips are on the table and floor.
Yes, it's time to get all fucked up and wasted again. Yet, again.

Let's find those mathafackin' shot slides and have things turned upside down. Consider this blog restarted.

BOOM.