blowin up spots.

yikes.

weekends.
i still have heartburn from all pico i ate.
and my neck still hurts from throwing my head around to monster beats.
ouch.
weekend packed a shitload of nonsensical events.
hipster hangovers and makeout mudbusters.
that went down in 2 days/ 3 nights.
but i must admit.
who needs a floor.
when you have peoples egos to dance on.





tip tap.

long live the rage please.