Bow Out Gracefully

Well, another adventure into the heart of this little city, the beautiful, elegant, definate town of which I live. Out for drinks, friends and things, the barroom filled with barroom stink. So we hopped from place to place, face to face. Then I went to the dancing club. Oh boy. Yes, folks; I, the whitest of white boys was forced on the floor by three other girls to dance my night away. I tried escaping but it was impossible. They have grips like a vice and moves like ol' Mike Jackson from the 80's. So I danced, and drank, and smoked all my cigarettes until it was time to turn this buckaroo in. Here I am, recuperating as we speak. Well, we're not really speaking, since you're reading and all. Dance, my friends. Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and dance yourselves into oblivion.

-Charlie