So it's Friday night and I'm sitting at home doing laundry. I'm not out partying, I'm not at late night happy hour, I'm not even hanging out with friends at the house. I'm at home, alone, not doing anything tonight. What's the matter you ask? Nothing. I just feel I need a break from the whole scene.
I've been going out every weekend for a little over a year and a half. After awhile, it gets old. Plain and simple. You run into the same people and you see the same ugly girls. Last weekend, a couple things happened that told me I should slow down and take a break from the party scene. So for the next 3 or 4 weeks, you won't see me in Fullerton on Thursdays, Long Beach on Fridays or Hollywood on Saturdays. Who knows exactly how long I will be in retirement, but I'll let you know when I'll be wearing #45 and coming out of retirement.