20 drinks last night = death this morning

So I woke up in my own puke....

That's a great way to start the day. Hopefully god thinks I have paid my penance now after cleaning the puke off myself and CJ's couch and rug. Last night was a great illustration of my life.

I went to a strip club with CJ. We wanted to get there at 4 to cement our degenerate status, but by the time we got done with all the shit we both had to do, it was 8. We rolled in to see a collection of mutants on stage. But there was a 10 waitress. I had my sunglasses on in the club as I decided that it's a really powerful way to break rapport. Especially since my bro Future got uncomfortable when I wouldn't take them off while we were at lunch in SF a few weeks ago. As part of my attempting to be more responsible, I bought a $ 400 dollar pair of Gucci's. I figure if I can't keep my sunglasses, then I can't handle a lot of responsibilty. And it's stupid to avoid having something I want because I don't think I can keep them. So I start to game the waitress. It's super on, then she has to go attend to other customers. But she comes back and I # close her with a solid time bridge. And I remember to correct the mistakes I made with HB perfect. this girl will be my next girlfriend.

Then I head to the infamous X bar with CJ where I receive a text from Savoy saying he's at 8 drinks. Which was impressive considering it was 9PM in LA. I start to drink. Heavily. I end up at 20 drinks before getting kicked out.

So all in all hot girl who is in the begginning stages of falling in love with me and 20 drinks = Sinn.

Plus being like Tupac:)

S