punks. trouble makers. but, hell, that’s the way we like to be. we have fun running around, causing trouble. one friend has been there for 21 years – my cousin. well, you see, he isn’t exactly my cousin but i never knew anything different. our parents were best friends (none of them talk anymore) and we grew up together. man, we can cause trouble together

you see, my cous is a goofball. it is the best description of him. he is tall and lanky and bouncy. he has crazy thoughts in his head and can make you laugh at the drop of a bucket. utter sweetheart.

i am living in yet another new city but the nice part is that my cous is not too far away from me. last nite, we got the bright idea to get together. made dinner, talked drugs, talked shit, decided to go to the bars. oops. well, the waitress was a sweetheart so we spent the nite talking about how to hit on her. the drunker i got, the bolder i got and i was trying to show him how to get a girl the right way. as you can imagine, it got quite silly.

classic of classic, i left a single note written on a napkin:

you’re cute.
keep your smile
and
keep your attitude