40 in Venice

One of my all time favorite bros is turning 40 years old on Halloween. Which is a perfect day for dude's B-Day cuz he's an animal. I'm old and broken, and rarely get out of the Lazy Boy. Dude's still raging like it's 1999. He lives/parties/fights in Santa Monica these days. One of the last times we hung out, around 3am we punched each other in the face and I'm still fuzzy why. He sent me this invitation text a while back... "yo sucka, u gtta com dwn 4 my 40th this hallows eve...lots of Shrooms, X, and women!". Tempting, but I may be too much of a pussy. I'm no spring chicken.