| I'm leaving in about 9 hours. I'll see you guys in a few months. Peace. |
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| Two weeks from now I'll be in Boston! How crazy is that!? |
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| I hit a fucking bird. I don't have a car. I have a motorcycle. I hit it with my face. And it wasn't just any little bird, it was a turkey vulture! I have pictures. It was bigger than my helmet and I'd say it was about 15 pounds. Crazy. I also broke up my first real fight today. I had a bit of blood on my hands and shirt. Awesome. What a cool job. Berklee in several weeks. Can't wait. Fo shizzle.
Funkmaster NJ Bounce |
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| I'm now bouncing 5 days a week, Friday through Tuesday. I'm still going to try to make it home this week for a couple days. Perhaps Wednesday through Friday? Only time will tell.... |
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| I have an awesome job. I watch people get drunk and make asses of themselves. I get to kick ass with no consequences. I get to watch lovely, young, scantily clad ladies dance the night away. What more could you ask for? Oh, and my schedule is fantastic...not to mention that it pays more than any other job I've ever had. It's also at the fucking beach. Awesome. Tonight there were 2 young ladies who seemed to fancy me. Whenever I passed by the one, she immediately started grinding the hell out of me. Too bad I'm not allowed to grind back : ( The other one seemed even more into me! I was just sitting on my little stool when she came up to me and pretty much just gave me a PG-13 lap dance. After last call and the music ended, she came up to me and started asking me all about myself and whatnot. I think I totally would have had a chance if she didn't ask me how old I was. I should have said 23 or something...damn. Oh well, after I told her I was only 19 she was still pretty interested and she told me where she lived! Perhaps I'll be seeing more of her around. We'll see. I love being down here. |
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