Sometimes I get so wrapped up in optimizing my time and body, I forget that sometimes I just need to be irresponsible and have some fucking fun.
Last night, I had two close friends over and we stayed up until 4 in the morning.
Tequila. Drugs. Cigars. Tacos. Blink 182. Dancing.
Doing this stuff every weekend will certainly take its toll. But never letting loose…I think would make for a less interesting life.
No matter how disciplined, how productive, or how organized I become…I hope I never lose the part of me which asks at 3 am: “Another tequila shot?”
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