Oct 09, 2011 03:40
I went out tonight and partied at Sazon Caribe, a Dominican restaurant by my current (but not-so-future) apartment. They told me to come back when I was better dressed. I thought I was rocking some green shorts and a pink Pink Floyd The Wall shirt. What did I know? I was dancing my ass off with everyone willing to try, even a few of the tipsier gentlemen. The guy that sent me home gave me two dollars for my troubles. I am a legend in the streets. Women have dreams about me and don't remember why.