I just told my story to a complete stranger, as I will from time to time. I find it very true you can be most honest with a stranger and I summed up my life, fathers passive suicide with AIDS, family shattered and scattered across two countries, beating cancer, surviving drug dealing, friends deaths and more suicides and he kept saying sorry sorry this must be so hard sorry. Due to my current rum and coke consumption it took me a few more sentences to sum up the theme. Through all my debauchery, crime, silliness, run on sentences, sadness and shenanigans this is my message. I am all that is left so I write the history of my family. My dad was my best friend, I love my half sister, I respect and love my mother, and I am damn proud of who I have become. Isn’t that the point of parents and your childhood. Sure it was rough, but I am a resourceful, self reliant, charming mother fucker who can bang almost as well as I can sail and I was an undefeated state champion for four years. Somebody give me a hell yeah.
I’m Taylor Oceans and this is my drunken story. But don’t drink and drive or I will slam your nuts in the hood of the car. Ladies I will pay another lady to slap you because I wont. But I will pay some chick to slap some sense into you. Gentleman and ladies drink responsibly. Hope everyone had a fun, safe weekend. Long live the writers.