Coyote came over to pre-celebrate my birthday. Shots. You'd think a crazyass like Coyote would prefer something like tequila, but no. Russian Vodka and pickle chaser. Not terrible...
We hit quite a few of them. Started to Tokyo-drift a bit...then I think I blacked out.
Uh oh. Have I mentioned that Coyote is anthropomorphic? Like, a shape-shifter? I keep referring to him as a He, but he's more androgynous than that, really, could be a She...I'm serious. No really. Actually, I think I don't wanna talk about it. I gotta throw up.