I'm enjoying this Saturday night.
'Supposed to be at a party - but I just can't.
It's way too hot outside and I haven't quite adjusted. Keepin' things low key tonight.
Me and My ole' man.
I'm reminded of the day's when Saturday night's were spent slinging hash in some of New York's most bougie restaurants.
When Success meant selling the pan seared foie gras special for that extra up charge.
Guarantied to get me an extra pill 5 hours later in the depth's of Twilo's dark jungle.
Those were the days.
When Fashion was not even a word, unless Faraz was around.
Where there was no dance floor unless unless the DJ's name had a J or a V somewhere crypted within.
Where the party didn't even begin until 4am.
and it didn't until WAY after the sun came up (and then sometimes back down again)
Now.
Things haven't changed much.
I will party tomorrow night, until way after the sun comes up.
But the party isn't for pleasure
it's for Immortality.
The inevitable is upon us.
LIVE FOREVER.
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