Why do I have a feeling I'm not the first person to puke in a shoebox after a night with Camel Jon... ? Yes, Thursday after Havana my head ended up in a shoebox. By the way, I neglected to thank you for that.
ooooohhh i remember the good ol days. black label whiskey bottle smashing in your ally, naked fighting, big joel in little abrahn pants, old cha cha messes, purple home phones, and the weird shit that happen in your old bathroom. gross.