I Don't Give a Fuck! Well, Maybe a Little...

It’s a commonly known theory that with age comes wisdom. In my case, I’ve seemed to have dodged this supposedly inevitable outcome. To put it bluntly, I’m just darn right irresponsible! For some reason I think I have a license to do anything I fucking please without any repercussions. Hey hospital, so what you stitched up my nose. I don’t even remember falling – all I remember is bleeding profusely and Danny taking lots of pictures. I don’t really feel like paying the $1000 bill so you might as well forget this ever happened, I did. To most people this would be a huge burden and could potentially cause a bit of trouble. But, if you look at it from the-glass-is-half-full point of view, it could be considered a blessing in disguise. How you ask? For those of you who know me, you would probably say, “Evan certainly finds himself in some pretty shifty situations.” Yeah, I’d have to agree with that, but I’d also add “Evan definitely likes the damn sauce.” In conclusion, with these experiences (my drunken episodes) come terrifically entertaining stories that will be MY material for the rest of my days. Lucky me.

PS. Peep the wallpaper, I deicated that one to all the hoes that don't love me. I think the message is conveyed pretty clearly.