cynthia, vi, tina and i hopped on the chinatown bus to new york for the weekend.
six clubs in one night,
but i only made it to three.
hung out with some hookers in the back of some pick-up truck.
took the taxi back to the hotel by myself and passed out.
got woken up at 7am by loud, drunk girls jumping on the bed,
singing a-ding a-ding a-ding a-ding.
“what the hell veanne?!
you used to be hella hardcore
and now you’re all weak sauce.”
i handed over my mvp title to vi.
at the remote lounge.
our picture made it on their website.
somewhere in new york.
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