Alright, it's a lame-ass title, but it is currently 1:23am and my creative juices are a little low tonight. I'm recovering from an epic July 4th game of "flip cup," a game I have not participated in since college and a 2 hour train journey back to Brooklyn. I managed to throw up twice into a plastic bag on the platform and place said bag into the proper trash receptical without grossing out too many of the other drunkards on the train. We safely made it home upon arrival, I meandered my way into the commode and rid my body of all other poisons I had imbibed that evening. So any creativity I had left has, by now, flushed its way into the Potomac. My point? Happy 4th of July.
-Currently Starving And Hungover And Not Very Artistic
(and a little pukey)
