Blast From The Past

Tonight, I stumbled across a journal from almost 10 years ago, hiding in the back of my closet. I flipped through, remembering people and places, good times, bad times, everything in between.

Then, I found what is, I’m sure, the funniest sentence I have ever written:


“…then he said ‘you know, fucking me in the port-a-potty would be sooo punk rock’…”

I have sure known some classy dudes.