it was held as max’s awesome place this year. i assed out at 3 cans which is pathetic when i drank twice as much last year. i blame the presence of hamburgers and mj. i tried to hide in max’s loft for a nap and then the next thing i know i hear serg creeping up behind me and he got me with the ‘bitchmade’ stamp. a lousy performance i know, considering i thought i was pretty good at being a functioning alcoholic. max was the champion with 13 cans.

the can i went out on

lydia’s tall can holster

the general atmosphere 5 hours into the competition

when nat’s yelling sons of bitches and the karaoke
screen is showing “love love me do”, i kinda died.