Shit Show

To celebrate the birth of a dear friend one must go, as they say, all out.

Well we go hard sooooooooooo there is that…..

I myself started celebrating on Thursday without Danny. Got a little drunk it’s fine. Passed out at Alex’s and managed to get myself punched on several occasions in my sleep for moving too much. Because you can control you’re movements while sleeping. There may or may not have been a few snores…but I may remind you I was sleeping. So I can’t be held accountable for that.

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