Brad, I'm Mad for You, Too.
About an hour after the previous blog, Freedom woke up, and the first words he said to me were, “I don’t remember going to sleep.”
Oh. Shit.
We try to piece together the events of the evening. Wine. RHPS. I sang. He sang. We did the Time Warp. The last thing we can remember is making a video of Freedom as Dr. Franknfurter, that sweet transvestite.
Oh. Shit.
He doesn’t know why he was [...]