My space bar is a little broken. It also now reads "TacoAL 4-20! Al Rocks Bad Ass. Bars Blows." And I actually broke a window last night, bringing the house total to three. We also may or may not have rolled a keg into the middle of the street in front of our house. And I may or may not have broken my left hand in a freak accident during a hand sanitizer fight. A fire extinguisher was also used to dust up the air around the house too.

My vomit count for the week is also up to two. Thursday was Iron Maiden and there were a lot of different drugs done to enhance the musical experience. There was some Coors, some Labatt, some Jack, some Gin, and a whole lot of noise. Quite the fun we had I must say. There was also some of that Tyrptophan too. The show was pretty fucking amazing. My left ear has literally been bleeding since Thursday night. Fucking way metal.

I vomited all over the floor in front of my roommates door Friday night after we played a little of that Thunderclap. Shotgun a Natty ICE every time you hear thunder. Fun game. Yack. Then last night while out at the bars, we met up with some dudes from Great Lakes Brewery. We got some free beer and decided to drink a bunch of Great Lakes beer for the remainder of the night. Around 2am out of no where I had to vomit. I chose an empty pitcher. I vomited a total of two times in the pitcher in a packed bar and no one noticed other than my roommate Joey. He dumped the puke out all over the floor and still, no one noticed.

All the stories included my buddy Ralex, who had a 4 day all inclusive vacation in the lovely Kent. Fun fucking times, I think. I'm glad there isn't a bottle of Gin sitting in my fridge anymore.

3 dudes, sometimes 4. 3 coors, sometimes 4. A trip to NYC with 3 dudes, maybe 4, plus one when we get there, making 4 or maybe 5.