let it B
Mmmmmmmm, finally counting down the final week from my nightmare. It has been a long unbelievaible road, and I must say it can not be forgotten. Did anyone see the goodbye? I think the need to loose my s*** is near, or maybe it's been there ever since that night of whiskey in Pacifica which killed a friendship. I still miss that humid home, and I guess I'll be missing a good Mardi Gras once again. In the mood of excess or the lack there of, do what you love and F the rest.