Moker's Midnight Musings

Not often do I snap a shameless pic of my food for the ‘gram before I devour my plate. 

Whether it be a lush 5-star rack of lamb or a mere green eggs and ham, your phone shouldn’t and doesn’t “eat first.” 

Naw, 

Most of the time my preference leans towards observation of keen table manners and I’ll keep the linings of my stomach humble & in-house, 

Thank you very much. 

But there’s something about chillen so hard with the homies that makes a boy think and say…"Damn, I'm high and love y'all." 

Im talking: huffin’ heavy on loud, chain smoking black and milds, and sipping on the most heavenly of spirits—on a school night, mind you—that makes a man go, fuck it. 

Imma post it a pic of the spread

Yolo, ya know?

If Meta, X, or anyone else doesn’t bear witness to my frivolous, yet natural, desire for self expression and creation… then I simply cannot  go to sleep soundly. 

When the Girlies take bathroom selfies, they critique, share, and repost immediately. Meanwhile, us ‘city boys’, we’re sleeping pretty on the most lit and hype shots that could drop bout damn near  any persons’ panties &/or drawers. 

What a shame to never air out our art, men. I’m ‘bout tired and fed up with all this, “shove it all in and shore it up in a forgotten photo vault on Snap chat” bullshit. Ya dig, my guy?

So in the spirit of being a shameless man of many thoughts, here is a midnight candid of Cannabis crumbs, half empty Beer glasses, and even morrrre half-bakeD ideas written on a piece of butcher paper. Truly all the indicating bells and whistles of a great night with the lads. 

Just don’t shoot the shit too hard, or you might end up plastered all over the Barstool Sports accounts as a rare, zoo-‘ified’ glamour shot of young college life in America. 

Pshhh, whatever dude. I’m posting it. 
It’s my First Amendment Right, damn it.