Thanks for the acknowledgement that a brotha exists folks.
Birthday was pretty sweet. Partied on St. Simon's Island, GA, drank on the beach all day, ate fresh shrimp and grouper for dinner, took waaay too many shots and danced with a "healthy" girl to Lil' Troy's "Wanna Be a Baller" at Brogen's.
Woke up with The Dying.
Saturday was a drunken haze of beer,bourbon, and football culminating in one of the worst days of this year aka The Annual Loss to the Hated Barbarians of Florida.
Completely baffling. I cannot even begin to explain why we simply cannot get over the hump with these bastards.
Great birthday. Shitty game.
I can only hope that my 30's are better than my 20's. I had a ball but I endured some pretty shitty stuff too. Here's to being optimistic.
Thanks again everybody!
