Memories?

I started this blog a little over a year ago with the epic, “Cinco de Wasted.” I thought, “hmm, how about I treat my reader with a recollection of one of my wild nights this school year?” Then I got to thinking, and remembering, and struggling to conjure up a specific memory from the past year. Yeah, I remember certain moments, dragging BLT back from Sahara, waking up in the upstairs bathroom in the boys house, I think on new years but don't trust me, and I also remember both of the Halloween parties; vaguely. However, none of these memories seem to string together. A memory from Halloween links to a memory of forties, which leads to the pimps and ho’s party, which ends with me passing out on a couch, probably because every single occasion, it was the same people, that or you know, the brain cell killing properties of alcohol.

I try to solve this problem by taking pictures, however that doesn’t work. It usually leads to me forgetting I have a camera, or taking pictures of the wall. I mean I take pictures like these …



But what I remember is this … Yeah there was no difference in the last picture, but then again, looking at an impending hangover is a whole lot worse than looking back on a hangover.


What am I trying to say here …