With the stuff that's been covering me up for the past couple of weeks, working on/riding my bikes has been shit. No matter. Back in the saddle.
Here's something that sucks. I have a VIP pass to the Down concert tonight and absolutely no one to go with. My friend bailed on me, so here I sit on the opportunity to meet the band, etc. and I'm probably just going to go home.
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Fuck it, go see Down and just be that guy.
what the fuck! You need a wingman at this stage in life? Get outta the house and twist off dummy! ......GO!
Naw, it's not a matter of having a wingman, it's the matter of being the weird guy who's there by himself.
Dude, you'd be weird either way. You need some more friends, broski. Wish I were there. Ghosts along the Mississippi...hell yup.
hahaha...all of my friends who grew up listening to that shit with me are either pussywhipped, broke, dead or in jail.
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