Karma?

So I think I'm going to Vegas with you fuckheads.

Today in a bout of impulsiveness I checked out the flights and quickly thought too much for one day, and then mere seconds later Joe told me I was getting a check for $120. I'm pretty sure there's a shaaaddy reason having to do with very illegal things for this check, but hey, fuck it, it's a sign. Free money equals the universe needs me to go.

Chicago Kim X infinity. I fear we won't come home the same. Or at all.