It's 10:24 p.m. as I start this post. I had a couple of hooray it's 80 degrees in May beers after my regular Wednesday workout and I thought I might experiment with a little drunk poetry. So I recorded myself on my phone reading a favorite piece by Pablo Neruda.
You know what? Drunk people are stupid. And, they sound even stupider. Even to a drunk person.
I'm going to go drink a glass of water and we're all going to forget this silliness.
Goodnight.
Yes. that's really it.
Sorry.
You don't want to see that video, I promise.
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