Posted 6:09 PM by Alfred

back at the g-town fam hq. oh yes it's THAT real.

The night before Mrs. P and I got on a bird for the mainland, I went out and had some drinks with Aquaman, G-dog, & his buddy Justin, who is visiting Oahu from Maui. Justin is a DJ that worked the club scene of NYC for ten years and said fuck it, i'm ready for some island action. Now he's chillin like a villain.

We went to this cheeze-ass bar in Kailua called Tropics, home of the worst jukebox selection of all time. The few gems we were able to find included Kenny Rogers and the Cars. Absolutely nothing with any kind of hip-hop flavor. Not even like a smidgen of Beastie Boys or like some Hammertime up in the heezy. Long story short we get wilznasted and were kickin back dranks like they were back in style and had then gone out of style again. Beam and cokes, so the beamitude was in full effect and then Aquaman busts with the totally uncalled for Yeager shots, so it was slightly out of control.

There are a lot of pretty damn depressing people that hang out at little dive bars, and you just know they're there every night, scouting out the same old scene, forever haunting there unsuccessul hunting grounds, looking for that magic moment that if it ever came they'd be too bloddo'd to even realize it.

hmmm. interesante, si?

so it's briskly chilly here in la-la land. I mean, it's probably a day at the beach if you live in like wisconsin or some shit like that, but I'm an island boy now with some thin-ass blood, so anything under 75 and I'm reaching for a jacket, and it's way colder than 75. Brrr.

Well my brand-spanking new personally autographed tony pierce blook was waiting for me at the folk's casa, and it is tha shiznit. It was pretty damn cathartic and one of those "yes, this is some good shiznit" in that i got to take a shiznit and read some busblog. Yes, Tony, I couldn't even wait 24 hours without taking my blook into the crapper with me. Hope you're not offended or anything. Me, I'd take it as a supreme compliment. Only the pinnacle of literature makes it into that forbidden chamber. Only the brave, the mighty, the well-written documents are welcome while I'm dropping the kids off at the pool. And that's on Long Beach.

Looks like I'm partying tonite with the old high school crew. Sweeeeeetttt. Gotta love the old high school crew. They were down from day 2 and are kickin' like chicken. Whatever the hell that means. If there are any CV 91 peeps out there reading this, party at Salad Bar's house. If you don't know, now ya know, beyatch.

oh yeah - saw Two Towers today. crip. i think i liked fellowship more though. This one, like the book, was basically a big frikken war. but crip, don't get me wrong. crip. cripply crip cripplicious. with crispy cream captain coocoo congo puffs. and you know this.

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