Me and the boys went out last night and got John Hammed.
I ate a hotdog and drank a shit-ton of agua diente. I got on the stage at a strip club and danced around because no one else was.
If you can’t be yourself you better have a really good fake version.
We also made plans to see Tron on monday with some cool cats that own a club.
Anyways, Frankie says “Anyways” isnt a real word. I think it is.
So we got hamboned last night and the hotdog was pretty good as I remember. The mountains are pretty.
It’s the windy season now. I went to the ATM and got some dough.
I think I’ll spend less here in a month than I did in the two days I went to NY for the Modus premier.
Its all good baby, It’s all good.