V for Valentine

I think it all started when some oddness struck me and made me purchase a can of Red Bull. First of all, I NEVER drank Red Bulls, it totally smell like funky carbonated urine and by adding vodka to it does not make it any classier. My boy Manny loves his Red Bull and I always refer to his choice of drink as "crack in a can". My instinct tells me something is not right, I just felt kinda out of place, ya know? Well it was V-day, after all. The remarkable day that's over-hyped with superficial flower-giving candy-eating all proceed to planned fucking. Anyhow, I decided to celebrate this free day with solo trumping in couple-infested Chinatown. It must be the Red Bull, or the MSG in the Chinese dinner, which lead to I got together with Alex and made some bad decisions. We went to "Heaven", a vibrant gay club full of hip cutesy gay boys and girls. Everything was peaches 'n creams, dancing our faces off in the backdrop of obnoxiously lousy house music. Fast forward to 2AM, when it's time to get my bag at the coat check and ready to bounce, I realized my ticket was missing. Fucks sake, they refuse to get me my bag without a ticket so I paced around with my drinks. I'm pretty certain the thief exists among many friendly hugs I've received. Bad luck happens, I can't get too upset about that. Long story short, at the end of the night I had to make a police report for a lost phone, credit card, ID card and subway pass. Luckily I had enough money on me to take the bus home....at 5AM. And luckily London is a very safe city so I had little worry about being raped or robbed. So I guess the moral of the story is, listen to your gut instinct and do not go out crowd-surfing just because you are feeling a little down. If I just took the time to ask myself if that's really what I need. If you just allow some time, things could be pretty okay the way they are, ya know? No need to go out trying to seek comfort, 'cause it ain't there.

P.S. Red Bulls = Filth water. Stay away from it for your own good. x.