On the heels of a fucking massive 48 hour bender encompassing insane amounts of alcohol, blazing rails of an unnamed substance, taking little hard rounds of samesaid substance, mushroom tea and 4 hours sleep, I HAD A FUCKING BLAST.
Really? What a surprise. Why did I have such a blast? One word: SUNNY.
That is all. What else is there? The love of my life has finally been realized, and now as I sit here typing with my fingers that ache for Sunny's bristling scalp, I pine and search for something to fill the void.
"Is he high?"
Dunno. But my friends have tonight assured me that I dance like a flaming jackass.
Greeeeeeaaaaat.
Sunny, Spazzy, @m, kf (nice cheek!), ElektroTekBabe, THE ONE DESTRO SANCHEZ ( the man), S.U.DShit, Lee Ozzy (are you Stephen Bauer?

wild) Tanya (are you kf's gf?) and all...
..nice. Good way to spend Beaster Sunday. I liked Ellen's track selection immensely, and was to busy removing my friend Stephen's hands from my ass to worry about her mixing skills.
Worst review ever.
BBB.
"Is he high?"
"Yes dear, but try not to look."
PS Gaetano told me tonight he will be spinning with Slam on Wednesday night at Tonic. Be there, Sluts.