I’m back from Vegas, after having drank more alcohol than I had in the last year. Saturday night, I slid into a coma and had to be escorted back to my room. LOL. What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas because I have no idea what happened.
I had a chance to observe the behavior of others. I was critical, indeed skeptical of the behavior of others. In the end, that bit me in the ass, because I ended up a drunken mess. Haven’t I done enough sports posts about holier-than-thou personalities to realize it ALWAYS comes back to bite you in the buttocks.
IN MY OWN FACE.