Oh man, I'm going through some of my old shit and I can't believe what I'm digging up. I also can't believe the crap that I have held onto. Flyers, tickets stubs, some note from a chick named Shirley. Do I remember who that was? Nah. Too many beers, too much dope and too many sacrificed brain cells later. I'm left with a funny note, a phone number and a name. No face comes floating back. Damn, I hope it was worth it at the time.
Who names their kid "Shirley"?
Also makes me think that I shoulda gone through this shit waaaay before now. Maybe I would've remembered who this girl Shirley was. Though maybe it's better I don't know. Most of the girls I hooked up with during that time were psycho if you know what I mean. LMAO. Good times though. Should call up a few of my buddies to shoot the shit. Though most of them (the fuckers) are living in the suburbs and doing the whole "responsible" thing. Jobs, mortgages, kids.... But hey, I don't judge.
