two years ago i woke up after a pretty rough saturday night, hungover as shit, wearing half a tux and a wedding band on my finger. mona was cuddled up next to me in a white dress. assumptions were made.

took me a good 4-5 hours to remember that april 1st fell on a sunday that year. girlfriend had a fucking field day.

got pulled over for speeding 11 goddamn times when i was living in LA. never been pulled over even once in nevada.

did bottle service for the first time at tao for a friend’s birthday party. not worth it at all.