The story of the night: So Miami is a bit of a drive-one hour up get some mexican food, Salsa something or other go to The Stage “no ID no entry” great just great…i left my ID at home…there’s no way…i cannot miss st.vincent  dad gets mad and we leave. one hour back it took some convincing and hoping and praying that there was some way, some angel so we got home, got my ID and headed back one hour. by this time it’s 11 PM and the venue’s site said St. Vincent went on at 9 I was sure we missed it…but something still told me to try. Of course we’re hitting every little red light and certain roads were blocked that weren’t before. As soon as we enter the door to The Stage, St. Vincent begins to play. Timing couldn’t have been better. Although I really had to pee since 8 30 PM earlier that day…no worries held it…5 hours :) <3  St. Vincent was a wonderful way to end the month of May

my men, minus a few shoutout to you bbys that i missed: johnnie malcovich, nick cage, jesus

” You people would convict a grilled cheese sandwich of murder and the people wouldn’t question it. ” -Charles Manson.

flamingotrigger: Doesn’t give a fuck

d-istroy:  Fact: Ferraris need to consume one human infant per week to maintain prime condition. omg

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