Bonafide Hustler.

...has nothing to do with this blog. just listening to lil wayne.

anyway about five days ago, on the last day of uni (college), i sliced open my foot on a broken bottle. there was a coon fight going on and my gorgeous friend was happily running into it (in a drunkenly messy fashion) so i ran to stop her; and va-voom. this:



grotty eh? {nice large picture to take it all in!}



so
training: on hold.
me: grumpy
friend: ditched me at the ambo



SHOT.