Last night at Pourhouse, bumped into a thuggish friend who I haven't seen in ages. I once heard he died from a drug overdose. He was drunk and kept on babbling about how he loved me. Later he whisked me away from the crowd for a private convo and asked me if I wanted a gun. It'd set me back only $50 to become a pistol-totin' fiend, so I found out. Hmm.

Off I go to Ocean City for a weekend of sun 'n fun. Have a good one yourself.