Ok, Weekend. You and all your bullshit that you hassle me with when I’m trying to be sober. I’m ready for you. Six flavors of soda water. Check. Couple of limes. Check. Netflix playlist. Check. Spotify playlist just in case I can’t Netflix. Check. I’m ready.
Last time, Weekend, you kicked my ass. This time, Weekend, I’m prepared to take you down and get through until Monday when you won’t have an ounce of hope to wreak my week and make me hate myself.
I got this.
Ray is sober. Again. Take that f–ker.