Memory lane

This weekend was fun, wasn't it? Yes it was.

You went to the Dot Dot Dot concert pretty high, and left pretty drunk. Lots of funny faces. You remember it all as a series of blurry photos. Joser was a not-so cowardly lion and was, with Trey, dressed like a garbageman on casual Friday. Royce was a living skeleton. Together, they kicked out the jams and led you up a stairway to heaven. What fun!

What else happened? Something else must've happened. I can't remember.

I need to think about it.



Oh yeah. You wrote. And wrote and wrote. You took a break and wrote some more.

There was plenty of good food. And money. Plenty of money, falling from the sky.

Didn't anything else happen? I can't remember.

Whatever.