“Remember that time?”
No I don’t fucking remember that time. You wan’t to know why? Cause I don’t remember 2 years of my life. HAHA! I get to hear stories from other people about things i’ve done. Sometimes I think the guy hides dormant inside me. “The Guy” is that crazy part of me. He’s like herpes, no signs for months and then all of a sudden he’s all over the place.
For example:
Las Vegas Nevada, New Years 2007 to 2008. The Guy decides to come out and chug yards of southern comfort after having had drank all day just because the crowd on the street egged him on. I (regular me) ended up having to get wheel chaired out of the Luxor. I personally know that is not a smart decision but The Guy does not care. He’s an animal.
Sometimes it’s cool when The Guy comes out. He’s a smooth talker. He makes girls blush. It’s like The Guy switches places with me and i’m watching The Guy from inside. He’s awesome but a fool at the same time.
Those two missing years are because The Guy took over. Hopefully there will be more stories from The Guy.
