fadedorion

I moved to San Diego, a lot of things have happened since. Took second place in my third poker tournament and won $656.00, met a girl in the casino lounge, kissed her goodnight and almost got scalped by her indian step-dad. The next morning we awoke to casino security tapping on our window and asking to immediately see our hands, as if the first thing we do when broke out of our slumber is draw guns. They asked us to leave, we obliged. First stop, Jack in the Box, you wouldnt think that one could get in much trouble at this place, that is, unless you are me, and if this particular establishment has a security gaurd making sure burgers get from one place to another in an orderly and safe manner. Well anyways, I go to the restroom to let loose some waste, and as Im sitting on the pot, minding my own business, I hear the door open (enter)...silence...door open (exit), I thought myself this to be strange, but i continue the business at hand, then once again door open, but this time no exit, by now my curiousity is arroused and i try to get a glimpse under the stall door, and what do i see, a pair of black on black tennis shoes posted right outside my stall, facing it, no less than two feet away, I could tell by the shoes and the bottom of the pants that this was the burger police. Annoyed by his presence i decided to fuck with him, I removed a lighter and flicked it, not once, but twice, this resulted in a, "Hey! whats going on in there?!?" , to which I reply, "Im taking a shit, whats it to ya?" , then insued a sizeable argument consisting of back and forths between me, the kid on the toilet lighting a lighter, and him, the keeper of peace in the land of the jumbo jack. This ultimately resulted in me leaving the restroom, flipping him off, and revealing my ass and slapping it saying, "you like that?". I would like to quote the entire conversation, i assure you it was hilarious, but I am much to lazy, and the story gets hazier as time goes on.
I also got a job at an aluminum cast part company making bomb parts for the government, my boss tells me we are expanding because of the increased demand. This is a very conflicting job for me, I stand against our involvement in Iraq and soon to be Iran, but shit, a niggas gotta eat. I miss home, I miss the girl, I miss my friends, I miss the chronic. I miss my amp.