My summer vacation started...um...I cant' remember. but, we arrived in L.A. on a Wed. Oh, that's right it was Wed. may 19th, because that is mt best friend's B-day, but he wasn't with us because he was spending time wiht his girl because of the ensuing carnage that was about to be dropped on L.A., Vegas, and Japan. Well, anyways, me and Jim (mandingo No.2 and kick-ass roommate) arrived at lax and was picked up by my cousin Janayre. We went to Hermosa beach for drinks at Patrick Malloy's and proceede to get shitfaced. We were accompanied by the Gardena crew (sean, nino, marc, and carlos). We drank we laughed and so on. Then we decided to go outside to smoke and this is where things get interesting. because, as soon as we light up, some drunk dude w/ a bike comes up to us and says, "since, you're lighting up, you should give me ne too." and as Marc was reaching into his pocket for smokes, I say,"No" I was, how do you say, "pissed" by the comment he made. So, the drunk guy was like,"you're an asshole" and I was like,"yes, yes I'm am" "go away". he was like,"fuck you, blah, blah, blah..." and I was like,"Dude, i just got back from Iraq, and i like ot kill people" and he was like, "I'm suicidal, kill me." Poink, just then, my eye started to twitch, and i had to seriously fight the urge to strangle this guy. I started to laugh this sinister, manical laugh. That when he pick up his bike and started to make pugel stick motions with it . then every body started to laugh. and I was like, "please go away" I turn to the bouncer dude and was like, "this guy is harassing us, can you make him go away." the bouncer ignored me. And then this guy was like frineds and he extende his hand to mine. So, extended my hand to shake, withdrew my hand and ashed on his with my cigarette hand. he promply called me an asshole, fuck me up my ass, and walked away. And this is only our first night back in L.A..
The next day, we went to this Irish pub in Santa Monica, I think, for the turtle races. So, we (me, Jim, Omar, and his girl Lorena) go early, get a couple of drinks, meet C-los there with some friends from his work, and proceed to get tipsy before the races. So, the races start, and Nino and Steve come in about this time, I loaded and we're having a good time cheering on the races. Just then, this cute little white chick comes up to me and ask if we can switch my pants for her skirt because the rule are when you place the turtle in the ring, you have to lock your knee and bent at the waist. Now, she was wearing one of those cute tennis skirts and she didn't want to show the world her goods. So, me being drunk, i said fuck it let's go. Now, one has to understand the audacity of this situation. I'm a big black guy, with a 34 waist, she's a little white chick who wears a size 1, maybe a 2. So, we go to find some place to change, we see this sign on a door that says "private, keep out", perfect. So, we do this chinese-fire-drill with our clothes and low and behold he skirt doesn't fit me. Big surprise there. So, we do a reverse-fire drill and just then, one of the waitresses come in and says, "Hey, what are you doing here, this area is where we cook our food, get out!" So, dress and leave, ah , good times, good times. So, I spent the rest of the night getting drunk and harassing the waitresses. Now, if these last two nights are any indication of what's to come in Vegas our Japan, we are NOT going to survive to tell about it.