In was Friday night when I decided to get a couple of drinks
after work. I’ve never been a big drinker, but that night I couldn’t
help myself. It was something about the vodka I was drinking
because it had me hooked. Then the DJ started playing some old
school hip hop and some Michael Jackson. When my song came
on, I started pop-locking like it was no tomorrow. At one point I
was engaged in a heated battle with some dude and after I destroyed him, I decided to walk home a champion. I was surprised
that I knew where I was going. I was even more surprised that I
didn’t get into a fight or get arrested because every single person
that I passed by I had some words for them.
The only thing I remembered from when I made it home was
falling on the couch. It had to be the alcohol because I was having
some weird dreams that night. The first dream, I was on a stage
performing in front of thousands of people. The only problem was I
was performing wearing only a pair of boots and some aviators.
Still, everyone was cheering and screaming at me.