I shouldn’t have drove, tell me how I’m getting home? Never leave your house past nine if you can’t take a cab back. Rockstar lifesyle–I just know my Mother’s friends lookin’ like ‘hmm hmm mm, look at her’…

If you won’t take a photo for me then we can’t be friends. I document my life don’t act like this is brand new. I’ll make sure you get your face time on The Boots. Clubs have turned into the new conference rooms, but this was all play.

I finally found a vintage leather boomer jacket. We made-out all night at Goldbar. Although spring is here, she’ll sit pretty in my closet til October comes. I held it down there for a minute on Wed nights, then passed the baton to my boy Ronald. Catch him on wed nights toasting with gold sculls and the dope oil paintings.

The return of Sophia Loron and my new but oldie boy toy–Sebatisan. He lets his tats show and wears fur caps, he dances on couches and gives bad boy looks. We’re all familiar with Miss Sophia. She doesn’t have any tats (yet), she’ll wear your fur cap if you put it in her lap, she’s probably danced on your mother’s couch and always gives– looks.

* disclaimer: Sip the champagne as often as you’d like when going out, but remember to drink water or Pedialyte before going to bed. Your night spilling over into the next day is never cute. In order to keep playing hard — you have to work hard first. A-men.