Forget about your house of cards.

Sometimes, you can have a really shitty day.
Shitty night.
And want to just fuck up a symbolic form of life...

So last night I did.
Afterwards, I was freed up to have a blast with my best friends.

I love playing baseball in empty parking lots.
And having random dance parties interrupted by a heavy set man in a doorway.

I love shopping cart races.

But for a fleeting moment, I needed to fuck someone up, as much as I could.
The result later was two bruised knuckles.
Ill take that.
Because it made me feel okay again.

Basically I have the greatest friends in the world.

If you're listening
Whoa...