It was a pretty typical weekend, with Saturday's boozing starting around noon and then moving to Fish's new apartment around the corner.
It was seeming pretty civilized until I noticed that both Fish and Juice (unfortunate combination of nicknames, can I just say) were slurring and starting to lack any sort of coherence, despite the fact that I'd had just as much or more to drink than they had.
When you're 6'4" (and a half, bitches), it's easy to forget that people who are almost a foot shorter than you might not handle large intakes of alcohol quite as well.
In any case, photo of the month:
Because passing out on your sofa when the sun is still shining is always a Kodak moment (even his dog looks disappointed in him).