July 29, 2012 - 8:03pm
The weekend bender that bleeds into the new week, and living like the fallen leaves that let the wind blow them in whatever direction that it sees fit.
Realizing that you're thirty but still acting out like you're eighteen can be a sobering reality. One that I didn't quite wake up to until about six o'clock Sunday afternoon while drinking super strong, fire to the chest margaritas, and chewing on a cold hamburger that was overdone on the outside...
