I asked the internet what to write about this week and the winner is . . . all of the above. There were a ton of other great ideas that will be coming down the pike. A very old friend of mine suggested that I write about our wild rave days down at the Toronto docks. Quote: “Don’t forget to add, after being awake all weekend, driving me back [home] in 40 mins! Don’t think my heart ever beat so fast before, lol!” This is an hour and a half drive on a good day and honestly, I didn’t remember it until he brought it up. Goddamned wild child. It’s a wonder I’m alive. I had (drug) money, a fast car and I didn’t drink - just ecstasy, ketamine, impulsivity and a reckless death-wish running through my veins. So, naturally, I was DD. I’ll have to write a short story around this one so stay tuned for that, buddy. Glad I didn’t kill you.
On to it . . .
What’s a passport bro? These are guys who travel the world to find women to date. The Urban Dictionary spells it out nicely:
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