The Wreckoning, Pt 1

Today began The Last Class. Seven years all lead up to this. And it's a nasty 'un, on par with the final boss battles in Abadox or Shadow of the Colossus. I'm already nodding off for the evening, it's only 9:00, and I desire a fuckin' beer. No dice, only on the weekends for now.

In the meantime I add some gangsta lean to my step thanks to Mac Dre and pretend I can still feel the summer thanks to the Yellow Pills comp. My soul is shimmying.