TJ + Megan's Wedding in Las Vegas

I don't remember the cab ride (good thing I recorded it, right?) and I don't remember getting back to the hotel. I don't remember taking these pictures and I don't remember swimming. I left the recorder on my phone going while we were swimming and I can hear myself doing cannonballs into the big pool. I am lucky to be alive. I was most likely running on the pool deck and one slip and I could have cracked my head open. I also could have drowned. There was no life guard on duty and it was like 3am. I shouldn't have been so careless with my life but this just goes to show you that I wasn't meant to die that day. I'm supposed to live so that I can make a difference in this World. Or by matter of chance I could just have been one lucky bastard. Either way I'm still here to talk about it.

Note to self: do not drink Everclear. Never again Scott "Iceman" Reck. Because when you do, this kind of thing happens. I don't know what happened to Aaron and Melissa, but I know they got home alright. Brodey and I goofed around on Freemont Street then took a cab back to the Super 8. Lucky for you, I decided record some audio from that night. I was so drunk. It pains me to listen to this...

Are these pictures blurry and meaningless or was it me who was like that at the time? Can it be both? It's funny now to sit back and have no knowledge about what really happened that night. I was so hammered that I stopped Tweeting. Normally that is my way of remembering my life, 140 characters at a time. There was no # here folks. There were no fantasy remarks or delusions of grandeur. There was only the Icon and the Godfather. And although I have no proof, I know that we showed Las Vegas that we're from the city that invented beer, and we don't take no bullshit from anyone. Except from Everclear. That bitch abused me.