One call at 03:21; right in the middle of a massive beer-induced soma-state. I was flying nowhere near the sun -straight to enlightenment and BAM…the phone rings. That problem was quickly dealt with and I continued with on/off patterns until 12:06 [hey, I need my beauty sleep].
Hell Day, Hell Night, What Does It Matter?
Project Paul-Tango-Raunchy
(
Read more... )