A Break-Up Story: The One That Got Away
This weekend I drove my body to the limits. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking that I’m still a young buck. This may have been the last straw. Maybe this break up was just what I needed. It started on Friday. I got off of work at about 7pm and went home to get ready for my boy’s party. I missed the last party that they threw, so it was a must that I check this one out. What kind of friend misses two parties? So – arm twisted and everything – I had to go. Plus, our podcast endorsed the party, so basically this was a business trip. Swedie understood. I had a good time that Friday night. I knew I had to work on Saturday at 9am, so I didn’t go too crazy. I had a few drinks and grooved to the great mix of Hip-Hop/Reggae/Dancehall that always accompanies these parties . I even left before the end of the party like a responsible adult. I got home at about 2:30am. My friend William r...