So.

I had wanted to take a moment to reflect on all the nights events and perhaps write a little bit about the most wonderful of those, stories of love, kindness, respect and friendship but I had to think about the one negative encounter and now it's to late and I'm to tired. All I've got left is a song that reminded me of my wife when I played it staying up to late missing her last week.

Nice bag....

Asshole. If you're gonna steal our style at least kiss my ass a little or take a compliment like a human being, Mr. Fashionvictim. Fuck you, no really fuck you and the whore you rode in on, didn't see any bike but I'm to polite to say that, this time and well I'm at it, I can tell you aint from 'round here son, wearin' them sandals with no socks in May.  15 seconds you gave me 15 reasons to hate your hipster ass. Play me out my brother.