raulbnuttz

So, my first day back in Cali started off with the ex-ex-ex-girlie leaving me high and dry at the airport. Fuck her! As my boi, Derrick would say, "This kid ain't walkin' home!" I had the common sense to call in a backup plan a couple of days before I flew out though. My brother-in-law was there to pick me up (who lives fuckin two hours away) on time but I wanted to see her face when I told her that I didn't need her shit (or whatever clever "you just wasted your time" line I could come up with)

So, that night, my B-I-L takes me out with a couple of his Air Force buddies to this little Halloween shindig on base and I fuckin' swear, the 10 or so of us that showed up were the life of the party. I mean we swarmed into that place like a bunch of fuckin' locusts. We ate and drank the shit out of everything and left for a club where ... stuff happened ... (heya Ducky)

I haven't spent a dime on alcohol all week and have gotten progressively more and more fucked up. This L.A. thing might be alright after all.

Happy Halloween, bitches!!! Go tell Nos Happy Birthday and shit ... in his mouth!!!