I’m Not Dead
I think I was hazed last night by Overture. Man. One too many shots of Ouzo.
Originially, after the work thing, Sang & I were supposed to meet folks over at Lucky Baldwin’s for Beer Night. Considering I wasn’t moving more than 10′ without puking (my apologies to anyone on Union St.), I think Sang decided that might not be a good idea. Having taken some enemy fire & being in not-too-good shape himself, he called for backup. Brandon & Geoff where kind enough to come & drive us home. I’m not sure what happened after that, but I woke up around 5am this morning with this note on the nightstand:


June 18th, 2004 at 1:03 pm
that’s not what we heard, bill. we heard you drank one too many pink ladies.