5/05/08 – As an American, I love Cinco De Mayo, if for no other reasons than margaritas. I also love my goth past, death obsession, skulls, and for too many years buying the lie that it was Mexican Independence day.
If you are not part of AA, go to a bar. Laugh. Interact instead of watching Iron Man or looking at pictures of Miley Cirus and feeling you’re supposed to be somehow arroused based on the level of parental outcry declaring it racy.
Until drinking time, I shall return to my passive home of the dirty shell of Niko Bellic, and drive like I’ve always wanted to through Liberty City.