This has been a very normally awkward weekend. Awkward in that I am completely hungover and that is the only word that describes my current mentality. Normal because it consisted of women, music, parties, drugs, and alcohol.
Rolling down to the coast in a filthy, musty, small death trap saturn in hopes of making small talk with beautiful women that leads to promiscuous sex at a college party. That is where my 23 year journey has led me this weekend. A young man participating in college party debauchery is exactly my style. It's where I fit in, I take to it like the seagulls to fresh cool ocean air. It's refreshing.
