just hangin’ with bowie, no bigs.

an urgent call to nowhere is placed.

the secret to tan lines sans back loop lines shall be revealed…

last nite we did a ketel one vodka at the spoke club (ooh fancy) tasting then saw brad’s band at tattoo, in-between some terrible food was had at tortilla flats. brb when my brain gets together and decides to just chill oot. i lost some of my hair to gum last nite compliments of matt, allison helped get it out. muchos stories to tell.