Tonight, I got ripped at a gay bar on 7 mile called "The Man Box." Because of its name, couldn't help but think of the Frogs' "Dreambox." Dreambox, Dreambox/ Baby's got a Dreambox/ Want to get inside your panties tonight. A drag queen performed a dance routine to Journey's "Separate Ways," and my black girl ass was appreciated by most everyone. Then I got more drunk at Jacoby's, where I had some Maker's Mark and a stout ale. We walked four blocks to Plaka so I could eat something. The roads were icy and I hit a curb. I haven't been this reckless since I was 16.
I mean, really.
