"Hit me up later, So we can Rap."

Good weekend. Spent too much money. Drank lots. Named my cig pipe, "Double Down". Because I take it when we go out drinking to bars and I need a little quick snapper to pick me up (or get me more wasted). So I call it double down. "I'm going to go outside and double down, does anybody want to come?"

Dan asked somebody to slap him, before he could change his mind, I did it. He looked at me shocked and I said, "what?" I don't know if he expected it or wanted it harder/softer. I didn't hit him with all my might. I mean it is my right hand and we all know what that's used for.

We had grub Italian food in North Beach that Shannon showed us. "Cafe Sport" way rich sauces and filling too. So grub. Some waiter wanted to arm wrestle me but pussed out. He called me "double or nothing", nobody understood his reasoning. Because I look like I eat a lot I guess.

On the 14 bus, where the dirtiest ride to go home, there was an awesome phrase. This dude was talking to the bus driver and as he got up he said the best saying ever, "Hit me up later, so we can rap." Right after he said that I turned to Shannon and repeated, "Hit me up later...so we can rap" She heard it too and laughed. Of course the guy was black, because no white person could say something like that, its too cool. But I'm going to start using it.

Bay 2 Breakers

Such a fun weekend. I won't go into detail, as you all know I love to go into details. Saturday we walked around Haight, Shannon wanted to check out a rad bar, the "Trophy Room" we played pool (Justin and I vs. Mark and Dan). Justin needs to get better. Then we had that same grub Thai food at the place a block down from Amoeba Records; if you have the means, its so choice. Afterwards we went to hippie hill, had a few tokes with the earth lovers and watched the biggest bongo circle with every instrument imaginable, it was like 20 people deep. There was even an homeless dude banging two beer bottles against the trash can. I bet he found the bottles in the trash too!

We started Saturday night in the Castro at Lucky 13 waiting to hear from Eric (who was getting in to Oakland, but his flight was late and he was wasted already). As you know I like to drink a little...So I kinda got wrapped up in our rematch games from earlier. Eric was at Zieghtgist for like an hour. But he met up with his med school friends so I didn't feel bad. I love Zightguist...I don't know how to spell it. I'm lucky that I can say it! We stayed there until 1 or 2, then crashed at my place. On the way home, Eric left his back pack in the Taxi, so no clothes for him. Good thing I bought him a shirt!

We walked the Bay to Breakers, Eric and I with all his med school friends. They all had shirts that Eric made, but Eric had ours in his backpack which was in the taxi. So we had to dawn what shirts we had. I bought Eric a couple weeks before that said, "trust me, I'm a doctor", which I thought it was appropriate being that he is infact one day going to be a doctor. I had my "Made In Vagina" shirt that Jeff's cousin sells at www.same.com It might not be medical, but it sure is dirty and offensive. We had a keg in a shopping cart and drank the whole length of the race. It was great. There were a lot of cool costumes and ideas. I want to do something more next year. Lots of naked people, shoes on naked people don't look good, vury weird. Also, naked guy with camcorder, that's filming peoples reaction to his flopping penis. One step away from a peeping tom.

Last night, Thursday, Shannon, Dan, and I went to Milencollin at the Fillmore. I've never been there, but its a sweet venue. Its my first show in the city and I like it better than the LA shows, but the LA ones are more frequent...FUCKING NOFX ONLY HAVING ONE SHOW HERE!!!! Whatever, they blow. Milencollin was rad, they rawked, and they came out for an encore. Dan and I tore it up in the "pitt", it really wasn't much of one, but fun none the less. Dan said it, "it doesn't matter if we see Milencollin start, the best part is hanging out with each other" We then continued to pound rum from the flask. It was so much fun. What does this weekend have in store for me??????

FUCK THIS!

Why the fuck do I even come to work? The minute I get in I start getting yelled at and scolded. Fuck you boss. What the fuck is the point of doing any work when it all has to go through you anyways and it gets changed around. So basically I'm sitting here just picking my ASS!!!!! Not really, I cleaned my ass in the shower...

So here is what you accomplished, great boss of mine:
-You have made me hate you more.
-You've pissed me off for the day, so now I'm not going to get anything done.
-You've forced me to throw a little Jim into my coffee, just to stand your ass. Does it taste good? No. Do I like it? I like the feeling of being drunk. I wish I had Jack or Crown instead.

What the fuck is this, this isn't life. This isn't how men live. We're supposed to hunt bring meat home and grille it. Not get dressed up like a little bitch and kiss ass all day. Fuck that, I didn't sign up for that. Meera was saying, "who the fuck would have kids in a world like this?" I think I found the answer. So you can have your own piss ant to laugh at and boss around. Fuck this world, fuck your boss, fuck your parents, fuck your co-workers, fuck the police, fuck fuck fuck a duck, screw a kangaroo, finger bang an orangutan support your local zoo.

Where the fuck is Mat? Doing the only fucking sane thing and get out of this fucking country so he doesn't have to deal with any of this fucking nine to five shit.

The only thing that I have to look forward in my life is hanging out and not working on the weekend. I keep on saying to myself, "maybe I'm drinking and smoking too much, I should slow down." But every fucking night this fucking job drives me back to the bottle and the bong. The only fucking sane two things in this god damned world. I say I'm not drinking and smoking nearly enough. I should injest so much fucking shit that I don't notice what's going on or what's wrong in the world. That way I can walk around life like a zombie, like the rest of these fucks. Then I could maybe get an fucking blessing and early fucking death and check out of this shit hole!

Maybe John is right, maybe this is hell. Everybody is miserable. There are so many things wrong in the world. Even the Christians are scared and pissed.

Just fuck this shit, I'm going to surf porn while I'm getting paid to do it, now that's a fucking job!