So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
The beauty of never having drunk seriously since high school is that I’ve managed to (I think) look better than my age and have not a gut.
The flip side of it is that I’m meeting up with inebriated Logan again for the first time since 1995.
And he’s got stuff to say.
I’m already fairly friendly and outgoing when I’m sober. Drunk, I’m your best friend.
So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
Location: @3AM, sloshing home
Mood: mellow
Music: I’ll take myself to an east coast city and walk about
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