Midget Swimming Pools and Cranberry Juice

after a night infused with sadness and drowned in the pretty little bubbles of cherry bombs I blacked out. Apparently at this stage of the evening was when I aquired a taste for the "abnormal" I was "spotted" (term used loosley) with a transvestite. All claims to this are considered "hearsay" as they can only be confirmed by other drunks. Trannies all look good in the dark pit of alcohol anyway. I also have vague images of nightswiming in a pool built for midgets, or maybe with midgets, I can't be sure. More alcohol was found at my final destination, and when mixed with cranberry juice made for a tasty beverage which stains easily.

the Omega