I want to think about what happened Saturday night openly.

Last night my friend Macio called me at about 8pm telling me everyone’s going to this party somewhere on Edgewood ave, which in turn when we got there was really just a bar with a ridiculous amount of white people people in there dancing sporadically. We get there and Ali’s girlfriend and her friend said were too early. We all sit for about an hour polishing off a bottle of Jack Daniels with coke and gross PBR’s. Everyone gravitated to the Jack more but we only got like two small 24oz bottles of Cola, eventually we’re liquored up enough to go inside.

After pretending like I cared about sports (made the mistake of wearing a NBA fitted) we get in, the crowd was a mixed of aged white women, black men looking for said white women, black moms who are hellishly close to getting their groove back and couples. I hate seeing couples in this kind of setting like, brohio, we get it you got a girl you could’ve fucked her at the crib instead for free.99$ and been fine. Eventually someone with us starts crying and ruins the night we had.