Don't be a pussy, tip your bartenders dammit, keep your parking mojo in check, get Lost in The Supermarket or at least listen to the Clash version 27 times, stop to smell the helicopters swirling over head, keep flask filled with premium vodka, don't drop any pepperoni pizza on your sh'nizzle, get out of the sun, make new friends, make new bartender friends, tell Jason Falkner what you think, remember your car is parked on Laurel Terrace but fucking yell at the valet attendant anyway, close down Mel's Diner, sleep one hour, be pretty in pink, be too trashed for El Cid, hug your partner in crime, don't be paranoid, listen, Drink, buy shades, see Heidi Fleiss after just mentioning her, sweat, dance, bob & weave, order the next round, buckle up & hold on cause the tires, shit they're going bald. My friend Jared wrote this about our vicodin Sunday.... what fun it was. We will have to do it again as soon as I recover, I am still shaking.... damn vicodin hangover!