The year is 2014. A time when chivalry and feminism are confusingly at odds. When politics is so hard to understand that we just choose not to. The social climate is different from 50 years ago, and old people are just plain mad about it, dad gummit! Still, despite the exceedingly diverse variety of lifestyles, cultures, and personalities, everyone is thinking the same thing- "I'm just here to party." I don't want my TV to tell me how angry I should be at the world. I don't want my friends and family to be offended by my honesty. I don't want my music to make me think. I'm just here to party.
But one cannot party on his or her own, no. You know everything you want to talk about, you know your bad luck with women would make you the worst wing man a man could ask for, and there is little pleasure to be derived from trashing one's own apartment- take it from me. There has to be somebody else.... someone else out there... who's here to party.
Somebody powerful. Somebody fresh. Somebody handsome. Somebody with the energy and the brain power to make it through the night unscathed. A man with a vision. A man whose sounds, whose music, could change the world. A man who's here to party.
That's where I come in.
It may be true that I, in no way, shape or form, really fit that description.
Except for one thing, ladies and gentlemen.
My name is Paco,
and I'm Here To Party.