Marc

What a great story. My 21st was just me, a bunch of people surprising me in my living room after I got off work, dragging me downstairs to the bar, and getting me shitcanned in less than fifteen minutes. Ended up vomitting in the living room, into a garbage can, in the bathroom into a toilet, crying, banging on the wall, whimpering, saying, "Rick ... help ... Rick? ..." but he never heard me.

So, it's only 10:33am, right? And I cannot get back to fucking sleep. I thought someone was banging on our door, so I went and answered it, and no one was there. It's that damn construction next door, with the pounding of hammers and shit. Ugh. I wish I were dead right now.

That's all I have to say right now. Major Deuce on deck, waiting to be deployed.