Detox

I am seriously trippin. You know you're night was ridiculous when you have to be driven to the spot where you left your car the next morning. You know you're on some other shit when the ride there entails rolling down the highway with old school Outkast playing loud as hell, eating a chicken leg, with the windows rolled down and hair blowing in your face. I have no excuses for my behavior. I will remind you that my birthday is in 2 days. As we speak, I'm sitting here in a towel trying not to pass away. I think I need to go lay down. Oh yeah. I got a dress yesterday for my party. Goodnight.