It’s going folks.
Saturday night I went over to Tyler’s and Lauren’s who were making Cuban roasted pork, so I brought Soju and Hite Beer. I’m walking the five blocks over to their place when I realize right at Pershing Square that oh fuck, I left my mask at home. Dear fucking lord.
Sunday afternoon my cousin Gina comes over. We go over to Dolly Llama for some ice cream and waffles then Tierra Mia for some coffee. I remembered my mask, but when we get back to my place I realized that I fucking left my phone at Dolly Llama.
Getting old fucking sucks.