Just Ain't Cher.

#itsthefreakinweekend #bouttohavemesomefun

Many beers. Much contemplation.

Sam always pops in for perfect photos.

Somewhere Scott Stapp is beyond stoked.

Midnight creeping.

1 beer in. Tinder activated.

Still smoking analogues.

Lightning fast reflexes.

Late night Clash of Clans dueling.

Incoming food coma.

Flight night.

I think Alex took this while I was peeing.

Calmus showed up. Probably late.

It's got a nice steely, opulent taste with an angular finish.

Youtube videos.

We should go bowling.

Bowling?

Fuck it dude, let's go bowling.

Bowling time.

Basking in the glory of a strike.

Missing the pocket by a mile.

Everything's broken. The aroma of burnt electronics fills the air.

We're taking pictures? Let me get ready.

Stretch.

Stretch.

One more stretch.

Chakras aligned.

Zen state. Enlightenment achieved.

And. Portrait.