...a couple weeks I found out that
a little piece of Pasadena funk
was coming to visit Miami, so naturally,
I had to be in attendance.
...and the devilish thoughts resurface
Mayer Hawthorne!
Could not believe how nice he was.
Really goes to show you that humility
goes a long way
Having had arguably one of the worst weeks
since touching down in Little Latin America,
I left around 3am smelling like
cigarettes, IceBreakers, and tequila.
Good times indeed.
