THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO WILD AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WEEK, IF NOT MORE. THIS GUY'S KILLING IT
YOU CAN'T SEE BUT THERE WAS MAD DROOL ON THE ARM REST
IT WAS TURNING INTO A NICE EVENING...

UNTIL I WENT OUT, STARTED DRINKING, THE GOT INTO AN ALTERCATION OUTSIDE THE BAR WITH SOME DUDE WHILE SMOKING A CIGARETTE BY MYSELF. ONE OF HIS FRIENDS I DIDN'T SEE SUCKER PUSHED ME FROM BEHIND & SLAMMED THE BIRD ON THE HARD CONCRETE & RAN OFF. ONTO MY KNEES NO L'UOMO. LOST MY HAT SOMEHOW IN THE PROCESS. LOST 2 HATS THIS WEEK
WE WERE HAVING A GOOD TIME BEFORE THAT HAPPENED



LATE NITE
SLEPT ALL DAY TUESDAY. WOKE UP AT LIKE 10 PM. COULD BARELY SQUAWK. WENT TO DRINK AWAY THE PAIN
DRANK MORE THAN USUAL THIS WEEK. ACTUALLY DRANK FASTER THAN USUAL. SHOTS. I HAVE MANY FACES WHEN I'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK. SOMETIMES I'M A FUNNY. SOMETIMES I'M A DICK, SOMETIMES I GET SENTIMENTAL & NICE, OTHER TIMES I GET AGGRESSIVE & START BEASTING. I GET THE COURAGE TO TALK TO BIRDS I USUALLY SHY AWAY BUT THEN EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH IS A BAD LOOK. FUCK IT. WILDING IS MORE FUN. JUST ASK THIS GUY


I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE FROM THAT NIGHT. NOT EVEN WHEN I LOOK AT THE PICTURES

THIS GUY'S WILDING WITHOUT BOOZE
ON WEDNESDAY LOTION WOKE ME UP & DRAGGED ME OUT OF BED & CONVINCED ME TO DRINK A FOUR LOKO. REALLY GOOD/BAD IDEA
I WAS ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST. SQUAWKIN AROUND WITH MY SHIRT OFF IN THE STREETS ACTING CRAZED. THOUGHT I LOST MY WALLET. A REAL MESS

WOKE UP ON A COUCH @ 9:30 PM THURSDAY NIGHT. BORROWED A 20 & CABBED IT ACROSS THE BRIDGE. I STARTED RETRACING THE WRONG STEPS LOOKING FOR MY WALLET. GOING INTO BARS I HADN'T EVEN BEEN TO THE NITE BEFORE ASKING IF THEY HAD IT. WENT HOME & SLEPT AGAIN. WOKE UP @ 3AM & FOUND MY WALLET IN MY JEANS. I HAD LEFT IT AT HOME THE WHOLE TIME LIKE AN IDIOT. I WAS HYPED AFTER THAT SO I WENT OUT FOR A MINUTE TO PICK UP SOME BLOGGING TIPS FROM MY FAVORITE BLOGGER
HAD A LOT OF ENERGY FROM SLEEPING SO MUCH

GOT BREAKFAST
NAPPED. WENT OUT FOR A MINUTE IN THE AFTERNOON BUT IT'S TOO HOT TO BE FUCKIN AROUND LIKE THAT SO I CAME BACK TO THE CAGE FOR THE AC
FRIDAY NITE I WENT BIG AGAIN
WENT TO THIS SPOT WHERE EVERYONE'S PRETTY MUCH WILDING SO I BLENDED IN...KIND OF. DID A LOT OF BAD DANCING, THREW SOME GUY IN THE POOL, THREW A COUPLE PEOPLE OUT OF MY WAY, DRANK PEOPLES DRINKS, SAW SOME TITTIES



RAN OUTTA FILM SO THIS IS WHERE THIS EPISODE ENDS. THE MORAL OF THE STORY? I'M ONLY IN NY FOR A LIL WHILE LONGER SO PASS ME THE BOTTLE MR. JONES. COUNTING CROWS X ARAB PARROT. I'M WILDING IN THIS FOTO & I'M SOBER