My buddy Billy got hellacoptered in the eye. It looked gnarly. I haven't been able to talk correctly for a couple days now.

I fucked up my wrist in Tampa the night before and then proceded to slam two of my fingers in a door at the Holiday in on Friday trying to kick a guy out who was peeing on our floor/my bags. Heinous. I also broke my desire to drink like an idiot. Like forever. I quit. The Fest definitly won this year.