Man, I love writing drunk.

So this morning I woke up with a bit of an h-over and, to my surprised, discovered that I'd been writing last while somewhat inebriated after a night on the town with my friend Erik J. Here is the verbatim transcript straight from Appleworks.

"Normally I don’t talk about the day - to - day goings on and goings out og a slacker Chicago writer, but this shit i s fucking’s hilarious. So the fucking story narrateslike this. I’m peddallling the shit out of MIlwaukeee ave on my chump ass bike that was abike I’ve had to invest more into for upkeep than I was hoping to invest into on a bike. .Suckerdom run up, and most nights I’ spentd my self dawdling i and/or frittering away the hours. Tonight was someting different as Erik J vand I struvk ouy for new horisonz by jumping and crawling from bar to bar. We had a about asd a gay old ttime with one another pre-insertion or sicth Jaeger Boimb and we strwtched out our emotions with a bit thie past Fall a d Winter."

Yeah, so anybody out there in Internet Land who is fluent in Drunk should really get bak to me on what the Hell I was talking about. In any case, Erik and I went on a tour of some off the beaten path bars. At the end of the night on my way home I stopped by the 24 hour McDonalds and tried to order at the drive thru while on my bike. It didn't work and instead of going home I just waited for a person in a car to show up. A green car showed up with this tiny Latina lass rolling up in it and I slow her down and ask if she'll order me a double cheeseburger and small fries. Deal Done! It was awesome. I'd told her to keep the change and she said no, no, you've made my night and that she should be the one paying me. Awwww!