Thursday I went to play softball with some homies. After we got our ass kicked cuz we suck, we went to go get a coupla beers. Sit around and talk about who did what etc. etc. I decide to get a drink on the way home. Say hey to Mike the bartender and Heavy D the helper now at the Huddle. Went home and passed out briefly. Some how or another I broke the toilet in half, yes literally in half (the part that hold the water where the handle is connected) and I flood the bathroom. Big mess. Next morning I pretty much figure I'm 86ed from my house, so I say hey I'll go drink more. Go to the Helm but I get too wasted and pass out in my car. That doesn't last long so I go get some food at TB. Go home and get some sleep. Meet up later in the afternoon with Vicious Vern. Have a few at his house. Head over later to Patrick's Pub for a few, with a bunch of lame-ass people who are really into the color of their skin. I put on James Brown "I'm black and I'm proud" just to piss the off. One dude was funny though yelling at every single girl that walked by. Later on go to some fat girl's house and it's boring. Go back to Vern's house and eventually pass out.

Get up on Saturday and have a couple Tecates. Then get some pizza and more beer. Vern tells me to get a tattoo. Since the dude is desparate for money he cuts me a good deal so I say what the fuck. Get worked on for four hours, pretty brutal sitting there forever. On the way over I got lost cuz Vern didn't wait for me to follow him, So I went to the Helm and stare at the fine bartender. Catch back up with him soon though. After all the drilling go get a couple sixers and watch a couple silly movies. The End.

Blues on the Bay fest coming up but not for a while hoorah. Maybe I need to take a break from beveraging.... or not.