Hungover!

-----Waking up with a hangover, trying to remember what happen... who's the punk or the tough guy who fell into my punch, but all of a sudden the crazy headache appears like a boner, I start shaking like a wino, it's true. walked to the kitchen under the stove, to the right hand side, I kept a bottle of bcrdi light, came in handy all the time. So, no shower. I Put on some new gear I had stashed, (bought @lowmans good shit) the dark ass shades, alittle bit more gel, lo zapato y pala calle.=================== Reynolds had the 2.50 shot with the bud chaser. From here on the story becomes kind of blury.=======all of a sudden, they start playing "Hotel california", I had to leak the "lizard", so I proceeded to bathroom real quick, and I found myself having the time of my life in reynolds bathroom, inhaling drunk urine, and singing "Hotel California".=============================================== My phone rings, and all of a sudden ---------I'm in California, @ a party, watching this guy painting, on a canvas, and it's the most amazing peice of art being created in front of me ever, and some funky deep house music in the front ground, cause that was the key element for sure. Feeling free was a promoted encouragement, almost in a scary type of way, where your afraid to just be your self, well me, me myself felt like that, but then I let go and I found a Conga next to this dude playing Guitar, next to some stairs that led to one of the many crowded bathrooms. I asked, he said YES and I proceeded to play.----------------I left on a journey that only consistency & repetition is Vehicle. I was on a farther journey than I thought. I was in Reynolds bar, on the floor dreaming. The best thing about it is that no one walked in. I woke up on my own, cleaned the vomit off my face and asked for a Hotel California straight up with a chaser... Cheers!