I don’t think I’m that great at partying in the sense that I could count on one hand the times I’ve partied till the break of dawn. I often think I’m missing out on something, and you know how it goes when you convince yourself you are; at least with me, I start fearing I’ll die bitter and full of regrets.
You is who you is though. I get sleepy at 3am. Big whoop.
Yesterday I was very drunk, the police showed up and most of us skipped past the traffic lights fearing nothing but the end of that darn road.