level with me doc

Last night was the first friday this semester I wasn't "on-call" for my job. I went to Chino's to play some beerpong. Then we ended up at Brian's watching horrible B horror flicks, such as Day of the Dead, to commemorate Friday the 13th. After all that I just crashed on the couch and had oddly normal dreams about having to find someone to drive me to my car in the morning. So when I finally wake with my head feeling like an alien was going to bust out of it like in that old mtv cartoon The Head, that is what happens when you play drinking games with Pabst, which for some reason has the best music I've ever heard on its website, where am I at? I remembered that my car was out front. So I start heading home and what do I see? A true American John Wayne, badass cruising down 395 in a 1992 Ford Taurus sluggin down a Natural Light at 8:34 AM. Now you can say that is a bad thing, show me all the drinking and driving ads, but I say that man is live his own way, Alx and Eric can now say "Fleetwood Mac's Way!"