damn, i got drunk. apparently I harassed a bum and was chasing him down the street (he abandoned his shopping cart) yelling at him until my brothers intervened. they said i said i didn't get the respect i deserved from the bum and was rectifying the situation. after they rectified, they said i ended up giving money to the bum, rumor has it that it was a generous sum. in other news, i left my 80 dollar shirt still in the kenneth cole bag (only my second purchase ever from a 5th Avenue store) at a local cabaret/gentleman's club. oh yeah, and some girl came with us to the strip club. it was fun.

Here's a nice picture.

I won. And it only took three weeks of lurking on eBay.
$460 + $50 shipping. I'm the greatest.

Intel Penitum 4 2.0Ghz "A" Northwood Processor Socket 478 CPU (Northwood Processor has twice the cache than the regular 2.0Ghz)
ECS P4S5A Socket 478 DDR Motherboard with latest 4 layer technology
Super ATX Case with 300 Watt Intel and AMD approved PowerSupply And 2 Front USB Ports
Geforce 2 MX 400 64MB 4X AGP Video Card with TV Out (Not the Cheap MX200)
256MB PC2100 DDR Ram Memory upgradeable to 1GB DDR (Micron, Samsung, Kingston, NEC)
40GB ATA100 Hard Drive (Seagate, Western Digital, IBM, Maxtor)
16X LG DVD ROM Drive with PowerDVD Player
Direct Sound AC 97 64 Voice Wavetable and Game Port
10/100Mbs Fast Ethernet Network Card

Tyler Walker made his major league debut yesterday. He was an acquaintenace in college. I remember smoking chronic with him at his fraternity house. He got a dinger hit off him by the Phillies' Scott Rolen. At least he made it to the show, though.



Mike Crudale got his first major league win yesterday by pitching one scoreless inning of relief. Me and "Crew" played baseball in high school together when he got sent down to JV. Apparently, he's been in and out of the majors all year. Who knew.



Tyler Beeson is one of the "filmmakers" behind Bumfights, a mail-order video that CNN says is "grisly footage of homeless men fighting and performing dangerous stunts. He's friends with Crudale. I played baseball with him also.




Dick Pole is a former pitching coach for the SF Giants. He has a funny name. I've never smoked chronic with him.

I just found out that they're holding the county fair on my face. The main attraction: The World's Biggest Zit.

ouchies.

cigarettes cost 7 dollars as of yesterday



So I met Joe for a late dinner with his African princess Kadeeja in tow. We went to a Mexican joint on 108 and amsterdam. I had two damn good pacificos and some sub par enchiladas. damn i hate east coast Mexican food. after dinner we walked around trying to find a bar with air conditioning and the fourth place we went to was some place i had never been in. we went to a fifth place before deciding on the fourth place. after about 10 minutes, we realized it was hot as fuck in there. 20 minutes later, we realized that it was a gay bar after we put two and five together: the bartender. the music. the clientele. the fact that no one was playing pool. and when we saw that the episode of "friends" playing on the TV was on videotape, that was the clincher. whatever.

It was hot. we wanted to play some pool but the bartender said he had no quarters. how gay. how gay. I went to the corner store to get some change and wanted to buy a 10 cent now & later with five bucks but was rejected. the next store i went to the guy had pity on me so i came back with some change and we played. I was hot, i was on fire. but soon i realized if i cleared the table we wouldn't be able to play anymore because of the quarter shortage so I started playing left-handed. we played some weird african version of billiards where joe would take a shot, I would take a shot, then kadeeja would take two shots while joe would teach her how to hold the cue, shoot the cue ball, and sink the balls. her head looks like a cue ball. she's bald. three times i wanted to ask joe why she didn't have any hair but I figured it was an african thing. she's pretty. it was damn hot and i was sweaty. some shy gay guy was watching us play, i suppose dancing to dancing queen wasn't his thing. by that time it was full blown flaming with dudes openly checking me out while voguing their hearts out.

After i sunk the 8 with an amazing mass�, joe used the remaining four balls to give kadeeja some pointers. it was really fun to watch them interact. although joe speaks some of the togolese dialect, they always speak in french. he would french it up to her and she would do a little dance after she sunk a shot. it took her a long ass time. she had a nice smile. when she finally sunk the last ball we all cheered and I gave her a high five. she's good at giving high fives.

Went to MK on saturday. got ridiculously drunk. had to be carried out like the drunken third ahjushi. from what i can remember, i wasn't too much of an ass, i remember making linda dance with me, laying down in some random person's booth, and asking someone if he had a problem. that's about it. I woke up at brian's house the next morning with a bump on the side of my head. we ate some mediocre BBQ and then i went home to recuperate before meeting up with the Happy One for dinner cuz i promised a long time ago. all night all this person talked about was how someone needs to teach me a lesson in regards to my ph-------ing. that is all.