Cause My Freedom Got An AK

Because last night I got the kind of drunk that made me want to write personalized apology notes to everyone I talked to. Well. Tonight I kept it at a level. I had a Grey Goose red Bull to start, then nursed bottles of water for the rest of the night. Grooved in my chair and flirted and did my fuckin job. I asked collected money and chair danced with strangers.

I actually had a blast, that party is deluxe. So many beats and so many hipsters! Little slim boys and thick girls with fresh haircuts. All 12 years my junior in Gucci sweatshirts, gold chains and tight pants. They are growing on me.

And before I left for the club I watched a show on the history channel about bank robbers. Clyde Barrow, for instance, was incredibly hot. So was John Dillinger. And there's a video interview with one of Dillinger's victims in which a woman talks about how well he treated her during a robbery. A little old lady, he put a blanket over her shoulders while he was taking all of the bank's dough.

Bless these little things about us that make us bigger than the sum of our parts. Bless them.

After watching that I went to work and wound up at the Knockout lookin at this:



I want a real life Dillinger. Or a real life Angelina so dope she doesn't need him.

Gnight.