There Is No Line

Are you lost? Or are you home. Did you follow Alopecia down the rabbit hole? And then stop to wonder how the horse fell into such a small hole? It’s not a trick question.

Sometimes, just sometimes, the stars align and it might mean you have the best night of your life in Vegas with a bunch of your favourite people. Or it might start out with pizza at La Porchetta and then before you know it, you’re stealing lemon squash and lying in the grass. When magic happens it’s best to try and capture it. Remembering might be harder depending on the strength of the sangria. Now, with thanks to the inventors of cameras and blogs, sharing is easier. And a lot more fun. And sometimes you can’t write everything you want to on facebook. Or you can. But nobody ‘likes’ a ‘friend’ who posts really long status updates.

And so you start a blog. With a friend, of course. Because things are better when you’re in it together.

Here it is. Don’t be shy. We’re obviously not.

Let’s drink to falling down the hole together. If we drink to forget, let’s post to remember. Have you seen this bitch? Let us know about it. If you find a dead weight in your backpack, you should probably tell someone. If you sing a song or like band practice, you’re going to be a star. When you get a real job, what is the first thing you are going to do? We’re topical. Sometimes. Do you know what strawberry rain is? There are givers and takers in this world. What are you? I like turkish delight. But I don’t like sharing it.

Pack your rape proof suit and let’s go on an adventure.

And remember kids. Don’t be afraid to ride the lightning.

Because we obviously had a great fucking time.