I went out tonight. Tried to drink away my sorrows. Turns out, I'm too responsible to drink away anyting. Damn.
There was a man on the square-tiled hardwood (laminate) dance floor. He was 76. He got "jiggy wid it."
I don't know what to do with the whole experience.
As JT would say: " Get your sexy on."
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