Remember when we got drunk in that bar in Philly? After last call at like 3 am we were way to buzzed to sleep so we decided to drive to Virginia Beach. We had to take shifts because eventually just keeping our eyes open became to much. By the time we got there it was morning so we grabbed some breakfast totally in love with that fact we made it there alive. And then we passed out on the beach for way to long.

Where did all this responsibility come from? I miss doing stuff like that, I miss that feeling of being alive.