So, I've been away for a bit and I left my live journal with a cynical-battery taste in it's mouth, but fine. Mexico was phattie like blunts and bitches at a Jay-Z concert . . . or Steve G's on a saturday night . . . drinking, joking, hilarity, Joe D, destruction, sins, lust, and general debauchery AND an upsetting of the ecosystem occured. I
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