Trust me -- this will be better if I do it later today. Do not hand out shitty human behavior. Do not address yourselves as city hamlets. Do not marry Lionel Tate. Instead of making good with poetic promises I will take a wild stab at closing this with an Oscar-styled thank you that will be equal parts heartfelt and symbolic and will not include in any way, shape, or form your marriage to Lionel Tate (who is a fucking scumbag, by the way): I would like to thank the full-county shuffle from West Kendall to Kendall to Pinecrest to the Design District to West Kendall to Kendall again for keeping the pavement out of my mouth.
The recount later will include (but will not be limited to) BBQ's, operatic recitals, Jesus, matter, C. Rupes' hosting, PopLife afterhours, Chazzie, and my other brother's favorite filmmaker -- your mother.
Obviously, the "Oscar" symbol and likeness was used under the justified assumption that those kinds of speeches usually take too long. I like mixing cranberry juice with vodka, though I really craved a "South African." Bex, get better baby -- that wrist wants to be golden apples.
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Drunk Dialing at 6:17 a.m.
We are drunk and going home.
It's late and early.
Even occupied empty beds define the sober loneliness,
so we call to speak nonsense
because we want to say much more.
Sorry if we woke you.
Sometimes we're not sorry though...
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