celebrating one year closer to mortal decay

although chronologically ass backwards, i was moussed pretty hard.


pour moi?
HAPPY -was-yer-BIRFDAY, DAVEY!
beer/rum cocktails. (i'd like to meet the innovator of this creole, and force them to listen to my could very well have been painful morning after story).

who needs Hallmark when you got banana-in-transit covers, Bobbit defense stories, and hybrid boooze.

Julia is the most animated person i've added to my collection of beyond interesting peeps.
fuck publisher's -- do yuk yuks. ! or is that a purely yester-years phenomenon?

my balls are killing me.