TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY

It’s 7:00pm. I just got home from a bike ride with a member of Team Drunk Diet. After a swift 61.5 miles this cock sucker decides to tell me it’s his birthday….

We rode up to a shit bar in Brooklyn and the celebrating began, and it didn’t stop until the two of us, the two ladies, and the entire bar was sufficiently wasted. After getting caught in a New York City rain shower and having to move things inside, I went back out to check on my bike as soon as the rain had stop. To my drunken delight, the kids standing next to my bike were smoking a joint which was passed to me. I took a few hits and went off on my marry way. (My theory about weed is this, never buy it, but never turn it down if it’s free. Stick with that and you’ll have a healthy relationship in with the marijuana in your life.)

It is now 7:00pm and I’ve found myself at home, shit drunk, with a wet bike, and extreme hunger. Therefore I will give thanks for such an amazing day and retire to my Sirius/XM radio and a giant heaping plate of food.