I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. I've seen my godson be a total chatterbox on the way to a place called Eataly. I've seen the guy at the Fort Worth Stockyards attempt to pronounce "benvenuto". I've seen [mutual I met up with redacted because I didn't ask her permission to post this] cut off in traffic by a fucking helicopter. All those moments will be lost in lime, because I'm day drinking at my gate. Time...to fly.

















