ribbons

Last Friday. Wild night. This little series was at a point where if I didn't have my digi, I'd of never even remembered it happened. I suppose after the one bar, on route to the other, I thought it was a good idea to do this little hoist? I suppose the crackberry shattered everywhere and wouldn't operate for awhile (judging from having over 12 photos of the same shot). Regardless, I was FUCKED UP. I'm talking the David Cross kind of fucked up. Blacked out at 300, woke up victim to the black marker. I had a third eye on my forehead, the usual sexual connotations spattered around, a black eye, my throat slit anddd my toenails painted. Which is weird, because that means whoever did the art had to take my nasty shoes off.