Shouts to Drizzy - "I think better when I'm not sober"
For now, the grind excels personal comforts. This last race was a nose hair checker, but the marathon continues. I got some new flops shipped from abuela, live via the isla del encanto. I shall slip 'em on and lace em up tight, no flappin' with these flops.
I shall upload a pic before the day is over.
The poker game went well and I definitely appreciated the perspective of a few older fellows I know.
I am honestly entertaining a life in another state in this union.
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