Saint Dirty Face

—Saint Dirty Face™

Saturday night isn’t for peace.

It’s for payback.

Not on people—nah, that’s amateur hour.

I’m talking about throwing punches at the week that tried to break you.

It’s when Gen X stands outside under a streetlight, pops their knuckles,

and says to the universe:

“Round two, motherf— let’s dance.”

Saturday night is when you swing at:

the stress the deadlines the corporate idiots the silent battles you don’t tell anyone about the ghosts that still think they live rent-free in your head

Because by Saturday?

You’ve earned the right to fight back—

not with violence, but with living louder than your week expected.

Have a drink.

Blast the music.

Dance with someone dangerous.

Laugh at the devil when he asks for a rematch.

Saturday night is okay for fighting—

because on Sunday you’ll rise like nothing touched you.

And Monday?

Let it know you’re coming.

Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.™