Vierundzwanzig.

Upright bass.
Two hostess cupcakes with 2 candles lit.
Cuban cigars on the rooftop.
Facebook explosion.
Mother nagging (lovingly) that i need a girlfriend at this age.
Father telling me not to drink too much.
Brother’s “hyung!!” text.
Running on the charles river.
Biggest bottle of grey goose that i’ve ever seen.
2 slices of mushroom pizza.
Black dude interrogating white dude for the crimes of white supremicism.
Drinks, thanks eddie.
Dancing.
White homeless dude cursing the world with a 40 in his hand.
Drinks, thanks q.
Dancing.
Throwing up (just kidding).
Special can of chinese tea from dave’s mom.
Salted fish, chicken fried rice.
Salt and pepper beef.
Garlic snow pea leaves.
Scallion pancake.
Seafood/mushroom fried tofu.
Ciphering up the avenue of the masses.
The epic ode to chuck, thanks dave.
The rooftop.
Sleep.
Dreams.
Why.
Is.
Life.
So.
Dope.
Sometimes?