it was dec. 1, 2009, a tuesday night. i had just gotten off work and was on my way to try and get some kogi tacos with some friends.

whittier blvd between mills avenue and santa gertrudes st. has 3 lanes of traffic in each direction. i passed colima going towards santa gertrudes, when i saw a large semi-truck sitting in the 2nd lane (1st lane is the very left lane) in the middle of the intersection at scott ave. i thought to myself, “why’s it just sitting there?” figuring that the truck would either continue straight (maybe the light just turned green and it was accelerating slowly?) or make a right on to scott ave. (semis make wide right turns, right?), i moved in to the first lane.

that was the beginning of the end of my poor CBR.

as i neared the intersection at the speed limit (40mph) the truck began to move. “okay, it’s moving forward.” 50 feet before i reached the delimiter line at the intersection, i see the tractor (the cab of the semi) start turning left. LEFT. it’s covering the first lane. i had two options: 1) brake hard or, 2) swerve. in the time i had to think, swerving would mean i would still be going the speed i was already at and crashing either in to the rear end of the trailer (the big bin) or in to something on the sidewalk/corner. if i brake hard, i might have a chance of stopping before making contact. with that, i grabbed mightily on the front brakes. but i made the mistake of pushing on the rear brake too hard, causing the rear to lock up. i slowed down, but still made contact with the trailer.

BANG!

i remember hitting it with my right side, and then my helmet hitting the side. PAIN. i felt a lot of it on my side and leg, I was heaving. i looked around me and realized, “OH MY GOD, i’m under the truck!” it was still moving, i feared i was going to be crushed by the tires. i squirmed out from underneath as fast as i could, and the truck had stopped. my bike was laying on its left side after sliding underneath the trailer 10ft from it, leaking green coolant on the ground. my face shield popped off the helmet. i looked over at my bike, thinking, “my dad is gonna kill me. my dad is gonna kill me. my dad is gonna kill me. this accident didn’t kill me, so my dad’s gonna finish the job.” i laid on my back, looking up at the sky in pain, thinking again, “why?” the driver of the tractor came out from underneath the trailer and looked at me. he saw someone approach the scene and i recall him saying, “it’s obviously not his fault…but this is a legal u-turn.” he turned to me asking if i were okay. i was fine, for the most part. i ripped off my gloves, threw off my helmet and searched my body for bleeding.

my groin was in pain. i reached down and realized that there was a gaping hole in my pants and i could feel my scrotum. i felt embarrassed and quickly covered myself. i wanted to get up and move to the sidewalk. but the witness at the scene told me stay down, “you’re in shock.” i thought to myself, no i’m not, you idiot, my blood pressure is fine. then i remembered, oh yeah, people call it “shock” when you’ve just experienced something traumatic. i took out my phone and tweeted (yes, i actually tweeted) that i had been in an accident on my bike. Mark J. called me, asking where i was–if i was still down to get kogi. i responded, “yeah, but i just got in to an accident.” he was in disbelief. “WHAT? where are you?” i told him my location. “i’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

i called my dad after, telling him what had happened, repeatedly apologizing. he said he’d be on his way. the ambulance arrived already, and i was on a stretcher in the back with a neck brace on. a whittier PD officer spoke to me and took down a statement. the paramedics took me to whittier hospital on colima, literally 2 minutes away from the scene. in the meantime, Burnie had no idea what was going on. she received a call from Mark explaining what happened. my dad had already left to get me, so Mark swung by my house and picked her up.

in the ER, my receiving doctor was Dr. Payne. ironic, right? i told him that. my body was so stiff. my mom, dad, Burnie, Paul and Mark all showed up. people called after seeing my facebook status and tweets. i had to pee in a urinal–my first time doing that ever. imagine trying to pee in to a container, but you’re laying flat on your back and you can’t sit up. the pain in my groin led me to believe that i might have crushed something important down there. i forced myself to pee under the covers of my bed in to the container. i was filled with relief after draining my bladder: no pink or redness in the container. THANK GOD.

after 4 hours in the ER, vicodin, morphine, x-rays and an MRI, i was going home. i had contusions in my groin area, my right leg, and my upper right chest.

i apologized to my dad again, regretting the accident. he was glad i was okay, with nothing seriously injured. he lectured me of course on how riding a motorcycle could put an end to my life by ending my career in whatever i was going to do.

the police found me at fault, stating that i didn’t allow a vehicle that was in control of the intersection to do its thing. i didn’t understand, the truck was in the very middle of the intersection, not the left turn lane, which the police report says was where the tractor was. it said that i had crossed in to the left turn lane and hit the tractor, making it my fault. i wanted to try and see if i could talk to someone at the PD, but everyone i consulted said it wouldn’t matter.

i don’t regret getting on a motorcycle. the 6 months that i rode-EVERYDAY-were the best i’ve ever had. i’d get another one again. people say things like the next accident won’t be so lucky for me. i say, that could be true. actually, it’s more than likely true. but why be scared? i mean, i’m not reckless or anything. riding a motorcycle has it’s risks which are much higher than other modes of travel. but the risks will always be there–even when driving in a car.
when you’ve experienced life on the road on a motorcycle, nothing comes close.

don’t be afraid of life, even if it could mean death.

I got my first bike.

The Lakers took the NBA Championship.

Visited the beach a few times.

Went to a couple bonfires.

Witnessed the passing of a musical icon and tried Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles for the first time.

Went to Palm Springs and experienced scorching heat like no other. Even the pools were warm!

Went to Disneyland for the first time in a long time–probably about 10 years. Also went to California Adventure.

Celebrated my 23rd birthday.

Went to Medieval Times for Chris’s birthday–my first time to Medieval Times.

Played with Photoshop for the first time in a long time.

I’ve been riding my bike everywhere, taking Burnie pillion. I ride it to school everyday, and it has paid off so far: traffic is no problem, parking is no problem. First day at Cypress College was insanely hectic if you were in a car. I have logged over 2,500 miles on it. Definitely need to do some much needed maintenance on it.

Speaking of maintenance, I still haven’t fixed my car since bending my wheel. It’s gonna cost nearly $1000: $250 for a new trailing arm, $125 for an alignment, $300 for front camber plates (necessary for a proper alignment), and $280 for a pair of new tires.

I’m itching to write some reviews on Yelp.com, but I’ve been really lazy to register. I went to a lot of different restaurants this summer, mostly because Burnie and I couldn’t choose the kind of food we wanted to eat each day and searching on Yelp for local favorites. We would literally sit at my house trying to determine what to eat for a couple of hours. We did cook at home a few times, but you can only really experience food when it comes from masters of the recipes.

Anyway, I’ve finally started a new path towards a different career in life: Computer Information Systems. Hopefully I’ll finish a degree in 3 years or something. I’m not sure why, but I always imagined working in an office building. I think it’s because I spent so much time in my mom’s clinic and at my dad’s workplaces that I’ve grown to hate being in those kinds of places. I can barely tolerate working as an LVN where I work at now. My dad’s offered me positions at his work to earn more money, but because I hate that place so much, I always flatly refuse.

I’m enjoying school so far…classes are actually a little dull but when I get in to the higher divs, they’ll probably get more interesting and complicated.

My Lola is turning 98 this coming Saturday. Amazing. I’m making a video for her birthday…I’ll probably post that up on YouTube after it’s finished.

Ah life…what turn will you take next.

My Uncle Blue (one of my Dad’s younger brothers) from the Philippines and his family came to the States for a vacation.  I was pretty excited!  They gave us so much hospitality when we came to their home, so we were ready to return the favor.  After watching the Pacquiao-Hatton fight, they went to Vegas, a cruise to Catalina, shopping at the malls.  It was fun hanging with my 3 cousins (their oldest brother is back at home, studying for an exam to become a CFA).  Utoy loved playing Smash Bros. Brawl on the Wii and with Val; Gabby loved the shops and interesting people; and Apang got to experience the Filipino-American life via myself and my cousins here.  Uncle Blue and Aunti Aivi took Utoy home, and Gabby and Apang are here until the 29th.  Everyday’s been pretty cool ’cause we get to hang out and talk and become closer.


my mom is from the town of Bogo, Cebu, Philippines. when she moved here, apparently so did a good amount of her townmates because there were a good amount of people at the picnic we were at.  that’s partially also because her other 4 sisters have been living here for a while, and brought their families with them.  anyway, there was plenty of Filipino food and Bogohanons.

YUM!

afterwards, Burnie, Mark, Apang, Tonks and I went to Burnie’s Dad’s house to meet up and ride motorcycles.  it was pretty scary.  he let me ride a 2002 BMW R1100R.  crazy torquey bike.  you can cruise at 40mph in 5th gear, twist the throttle, and be doing 120mph like nothing.  we first went to yogurtland with everyone else in my car following behind us.  need to practice more hahaha that’s for sure.  after grabbing a cup of yogurt, we cruised on down to San Pedro to check out the Korean Friendship Bell.  the coast and cliffs were pretty windy up there, but refreshing.  my dad was tripping on getting my cousin to church on time, so we had to leave promptly.  it was a fun ride, so i’m getting my own bike next week!  my dad is gracious enough to loan me some money, and pay him monthly for it.  i don’t know what it was that convinced him to let me get one because at first he was very anti-motorcycle.  but if he had a say in the kind of motorcycle i was going to get, it would be the style that brad pitt rode in benjamin button.  can’t argue with that, it’s a cool lookin’ motorcycle heh.

“I want this for my myspace!”

the korean bell

“i hate my life!!!”

“no!! i’m coming after you guys!!!”

“it’s a martial arts training scene, look!”

hangin’ with some friendly Koreans.

the bikes.  i rode the one on the left!

white corn, vegetable kabobs, carne asada and pollo.

the gracious host.

actual guitar hero.

smile.

“smile”

jam out with your clam out!

kiss the cook.

topped off by a nice sunset.

stopped in seal beach

burnie hiding amongst the flowers

foreign fun

classic car

entrance to a condo in belmont shore

driving to downtown long beach

the queen mary

“i’m looking for dead bodies!” -james

“wanna see some crabs?” -random guy

the lighthouse at pierpoint landing

steering the planet

“how does this work?”

learning bad driving habits at a young age

val’s new bandana

wednesday, planned to go to the gym after class, but burnie and I got hungry, so we ate instead and then picked up my paycheck. then brought my grandma to my aunt’s. my parents wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary so we went to McCormick & Schmick’s Grille at the GardenWalk in Anaheim.

thursday, hanged out with mark mostly. spent a lot of time playing nazi zombies on call of duty. we had Indian food, a little yogurtland, and posted up at the target and starbucks in cerritos. we were all supposed to hookah together but mark’s parents wanted him to stay home after getting back from starbucks.

friday i finally went to the gym, then had lunch with burnie at her house.  later, i had to take my parents to the airport ’cause they had a convention in san antonio.  so right now i actually have an open pad.  but i really don’t feel like cleaning up after a bunch of people come over, so no party, maybe.  went to Hokkaido in Long Beach for ivan’s birthday.  then hit up smooths in downtown long beach, with a private booth!  it was pretty cool, the crowd was a little old for me though.  and the stereotype still holds, white people dance funny at clubs.  ivan got pretty drunk, he passed out in the booth.  i had an adios mofo w/ 151, a couple glasses of grey goose and cran, and a pint of stella artois thanks to jayson and noi.  i told noi to go talk to a tall filipino girl by asking for a light for a cigarette, and it worked.  turns out she’s a dancer.  it was all in good fun!

i drove my dad’s car topdown, all night long.  from my house to hokkaido, to smooths, and afterwards when i picked up burnie in huntington beach.  it was insane.  i drove down PCH from long beach to huntington beach, and it was awesome.  pure darkness, the waves crashing on my right, the headlights the only thing really lighting up the road.  i blasted some N.E.R.D along the way, feeling like i should just keep on driving down PCH ’til i hit newport beach.  it was a seriously fun drive, even though i wasn’t driving very fast.  two lanes, open road, open top, no traffic.  when i left the parking lot near smooths, i handed the guy a $100 bill ’cause i didn’t have anything else.  the parking fee was $2 after validation, but he couldn’t break the hundy.  so he just let me go.  i kinda felt bad, but hey, they weren’t prepared.

anyway, tonight was another convo with my parents that i’ve had before: Jon, you’re wasting your time, go registered nursing.
Me: no, I want to do, what I want to do. I can do anything I want, as long as I focus and be determined. I have the drive to succeed in life.
‘Rents: You’re wasting your time, medical field is the way to go, economy blows, look who doesn’t have jobs.
Me: The people that don’t have jobs are the people that don’t do their jobs well and/or are financially moronic. Education is important, I know this!
‘Rents: You’re wasting your time, be a nurse, listen to us.
Me: Listening to you has gotten me to where I am today–a 23 year old that still hasn’t completed his GEs, still trying to figure out where he wants to go in life. Sure, I’m an LVN, but I wasted 2 years of my life pursuing something that ultimately makes me unhappy, isn’t credited for ANYTHING in a real college, and is really something I’ve never been interested in.

We’ve had this conversation maybe dozens of times. More probably. I finally got through to them (one of the times we had this conversation) that I am gonna choose a new major, something that I am interested in. And that I will do everything to finish it in a timely manner. They think that just because I’ve been taking classes like anatomy and physiology, that I’m already on my way to being a nurse. WRONG! I’m not even in a program yet. I have the knowledge base, but I’m not even in there yet. There are so many pathways to take with everything I’ve learned. That’s why it’s called General Education. I understand the need to be financially secure in life, but hell, there are so many damn different ways to do that.

They always explain life this way: be financially secure by being a nurse because health jobs are always in demand. This is pretty much the only way they’ve viewed the world because of their experience in the medical field. They gave me an example of one of their friends: she became a nurse when she came here from the Philippines. She saved up, opened up her own business with a convalescent home, and became rich. She diverged in to other areas with her money and became even more rich. But when the economy took a dive, she had to go back to nursing and give up her business ventures because it’s the career that is able to support her. Their point being that nursing is what is helping her survive. Okay, great. But think about this: had she not gone in to nursing, invested her time being a GREAT business savvy woman, would she not also have been rich/financially secure?

Sure, she has a different background than I do, but that’s the point.  The opportunities that I have at hand here are numerous compared to the ones my parents had.  I thank them so much for giving me the opportunity to be living here in California, in America.  But this Filipino perspective of nursing as the only way out of being a person living under the poverty line is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S.

I remember back in high school when my American History teacher Mr. Madrid told us that he had just gotten his diploma for a Masters in Education I think. The school paid him another $10k just for having a higher degree. And this is key, my plan from when I entered college was to find something I liked, get the highest degree I could, and be financially secure. My parents don’t see it that way. Yes, I know that going the RN route can lead to other higher education degrees like M.D., but it’s just not ME. They are so sure that I’m going to fuck up my life by choosing some thing else. They have no faith in me. Thanks a lot.  Is it really that difficult to be happy in life while doing what you love?  That quote “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life” stuck with me.  I know it’s important to be financially secure, but there are other ways to there and doing what I love.

So, what my parents want from me now, is my roadmap to my future, my goal.  They want a timeframe of when I’ll be done, what I’ll be pursuing, and what I’m gonna do to get there.  No problem.  Gonna see a counselor on Wednesday probably, so I can see what my options are at Cypress and what I’ll have to take.

I’m freakin’ tired.  Galaxy Quest is on.  Just watched Small Soldiers.  Time to hit the hay.  Tomorrow I get to pretend I’m a drug dealer.  ‘Cause you know, I pass out the meds…the drugs…etc.  Ahh fuck it.

Goodnight!

1: pretty much spent the entire day in rialto/san bernardino. it was my friend chris’s grandma’s 100th birthday and there was a huge party. pretty dope. huge family gathering and stuff. and it is a small world after all. turns out my friend james’s ex’s cousin, francis, is also chris’s cousin and knows my sister. ahaha pretty crazy. so yeah, i was there in rialto from about 3pm to 1130pm. went to the lunch reception for the birthday, then went to this thai place called thai place and had some good thai food. after that went back to the reception to help clean up. basically after that i hanged out with chris and francis ’til about 1130pm. i got to drive chris’s S2000 (which is motherfucking sweet by the way). went home after that…felt like such a long ass day.

Fig. 1 Chris’s Honda S2000…i pretty much had to wash myself after driving this beast….it was like sex.

2: went to church in the morning, by myself. later went to angelo’s grad party. we played ping pong, super smash bros. melee on gamecube, and ate. pretty much that happened all day. all of angelo’s friends were there, and it got really, really fuckin’ hot inside his house. intense i would have to say. haha my cousins came also. i finally left at around 12am. it was nuts. i pretty much sat around or played ping pong all day that day. and it was motherfuckin’ hot.

3: i woke up in the morning all groggy. another day at my mom’s clinic. i swear, if hell were a nation, eagle rock would be its capital. bwahah my friend gail lives there. she’s pretty cool, so i would have to say that maybe it’s not all that bad. but yeah, i hate going there. jaclyn and i stayed there ’til about 5pm. we had to go home early because it was my grandma’s (my dad’s mom) death anniversary. my dad’s sisters came over and all my cousins came, too. we pretty much had a feast for about 3 or 4 hours. paola went to a party in riverside that i wanted to go to with her and careen, but i couldn’t. oh well, turned out that it was awkward moments all over the place. how much more awkward would it be if i were there since i didn’t know anyone ? paola, careen and i met up later at starbucks on state college and chapman. we decided at about 12am to go to our usual hookah bar. being the macguyvers we are, we decided to make smoke bubbles at the hookah bar. how ? we ordered a bottle of water. finished it, cut off the bottom with my swiss army knife, and made soapy water from bathroom soap and water. voila !

Fig 2. gotta make the most of what you got ! Fig 3. it’s a fuckin’ ghost bubble bwahaha Fig 4. Careen trying the bubble action Fig 5. Paola and her favorite tobacco flavors grape and mint. WTF ?! ahahaha 4: woke up, and there were people at my house still. it’s like, WTF ? my cousins slept over and so did my aunt and uncle. they had breakfast and lunch at my house. my dad, uncle and i later went to the riverside house to take care of some gardening that we had to do. cleaned up the pond area a bit. it’s insane how huge the rose bushes by kane’s window were. had some santana’s mexican food before going home. later i met up with paola and careen again to go to downtown disney. hanged out with a bunch of ayala high kids. saw alfie, mark sanchez and cysip, josephine chang, and christine pi at downtown disney. we saw the fireworks on and off as we walked toward the inner part of downtown disney. later on we went to our usual hookah bar again. more smoke bubbles hahaha.

5: went to my mom’s clinic once again to help out. entered new patients and crap in to the comp. an australian came by with an inner ear infection. i wanted him to say “put another shrimp on the barbie.” my sister and i went to my grandma’s house and brought our grandparents taco bell. my grandma fell in the hallway and she has a bruise on her arm and a bump on her head we went to angelo’s house after that and i played ping pong. worked up a good sweat…it’s insane how ping pong gets you movin’. angelo went to debut practice, so jaclyn and i left at 5. got home, washed my car, then my dad came home around 730p. my mom came later and we went to brea mall to eat. bon jovi was there (not really). Fig. 6 This cracked me up. there was also a really hot white girl with the hugest ass i’ve ever seen…she was really, really hot.

6: my parents left for the airport @ 3am. they went to texas, and wouldn’t be back ’til sunday. so pretty much the entire day after that i did nothing at home, until about 9p. paola and careen came over before we watched pirates of the carribean: dead man’s chest. had some in ‘n’ out with jaclyn…we had some leftover beers in the fridge, so paola, careen and i decided to make the movie night even more fun by getting a little buzzed. we were so high school that moment. ahhaha…we drank at the parking lot, and damn we were buzzed. but it was only 10:30p, and the movie didn’t start ’til 12:20a. we said fuck, let’s get some more, so we walked to a gas station, and we bought some beers. we stuffed ‘em in to paola’s bag. me and careen went in to the handicap stall and finished up a couple of beers. a guy in there said, “what the fuck ? are there two guys in that stall ? have fun you queers.” careen and i couldn’t stop laughing, it was too funny, and we were buzzed. ahhaha. we finished the rest in the theater. 7: again, woke up and did nothing. took my mom’s car to see where we could get new tires and crap. it’s gonna be at least in the $500+ range for tires and an alignment. speaking of which, i still need to get one for my car. went back home and did nothing for the rest of the day. pretty boring friday…jaclyn went out with her friends. so what did i do ? i took my dad’s car and just cruised. not the most exciting, but it was fun just tooling around in that car. ahaha. picked up my sister at albertaco’s…then went home again to do nothing. 8: took jaclyn to her friend’s house in the morning. went home, and thought i wanted a pepe’s breakfast burrito, but decided against it because there was food at home to be eaten. osama was having a party for his roommate tonight, but i couldn’t go since it was in riverside and i had to watch my sister. but she was gone in santa barbara for pretty much the entire day. so i went to angelo’s house and played smash bros. melee before church. then went to church with angelo. we ate in ‘n’ out after, then went to my cousin mark’s house. we chilled there ’cause there were a bunch of people there eating and being filipino. went back to angelo’s house to borrow his gamecube so i could play smash bros. melee at home. i ended up doing that, and like mike gailing, drank in solitude due to sheer boredom. that’s how bad it was this night. 9: jaclyn hadn’t gone to church yet, so i took her to mass at 11am. our parents would be back at around 7p, so there was a bit of cleaning up to do at home. did that, took care of some errands, and waited ’til my parents got back home from texas. they bought us some stuff from metropark, which interestingly enough, we have here. 10: i thought i was going to have to go to my mom’s clinic today, but i didn’t for some reason. my sister set an appointment with our dentist for next monday. we stayed at home looking at ugly pictures of all of us. later my dad came and felt the need to go to riverside. we went there and trimmed trees and vines and shit. the sprinklers weren’t working properly, so a lot of the grass turned brown. at the end of the day we had all our trashcans filled with garden debris. went home for another night of nothing. 11: went to the clinic today to help out. lots of files for entering and what not. so boring. visited my grandma in the morning…she doesn’t like eating a lot, so we have to feed her so she’ll eat. kinda saddening she also almost hit my grandpa in the eye with a hand fan, i think she forgets how old the both of them are. i just hope they’re here for longer. went home later at around 6p. i passed out on the couch because of the driving in traffic. met up with jesse, julia, paola and careen at tapex on lemon st, the one where drew, stewie, will, kane, russel and brandon’s picture is at. so high school. stayed there for a good long time. jesse left earlier than all of us. we were there ’til about 11:30p. grabbed some in ‘n’ out before going back home ’cause i hadn’t eaten dinner yet. my parents went to watch pirates of the caribbean, then my sister went to practice driving with my dad. time to sleep.

it was strange, like some weird thing came over me. maybe it was boredom, maybe it was hunger, maybe it was both. but i knew i just had to have some noodles. so i walk over to jesse’s room and say, “hey, bitch, let’s get some noodles.”

then jesse says, “alright, fucker. jajabinx OUT.”

so we get the fuck out of our hall, and first we visit kane just to bug him to make sure chemistry hasn’t sucked him into to the vast world of crap. we ask if he wants some, and he says “no sir, chemistry is sucking on my balls right now and is threatening to rip them from my frail body as my midterm is wednesday.”

so we get the fuck out of the study lounge and head for my car. i get the brilliant idea of getting joseph, so i IM him from my sidekick and jesse calls him. pure genious.

we head out as my engine warms up and let the turbo spool and whine and turkey and hiss. we drive down University ave to find most stores closed, but still lit. we think, fuckers. then we drive down chicago to martin luther to canyon crest to visit Ralphs. some employee comes out and says, “we’re closed, but rite aid is open.”

then joseph says, “alright, thanks.” then under his breath, “bitch, you just lost biznazz. owned.”

so i kick my car into reverse as it’s still on from the turbo timer, and hit boost in reverse, which was awesome. parked out in front of rite aid, we come in and look around for noodles. we find some maruchan and nissin crap, and some chef boyarwewhack. then i skip over to the alcohol aisle to admire all the pretty bottles of vodka, whiskey, gin, and other such intoxicants. those handles of absolut and smirnoff were quite sexy tonight.

i think, crap, i’m not gonna be satisfied by such wastes of wax. so we venture off to MoVal. we drive around and find nothing to be open, more lit up stores and parking lots, gas stations. i think, fuck, and drive some more to the other side of the freeway where stores were. more empty shit, except for a gaming place with some nerds still jizzing away at their perfect score in DOD.

then jesse says, “you know what, let’s go to the banned boardshop area. they’ve gotta have some fuckin’ shit there.”

so i hop on the 215 south and exit alessandro and head towards the area. fuckin’ hit it up, and find a Ralphs again. except this mother is open 24 hours. fuckin’ awesome. so we three walk around looking for the awesome noodles, which we later discover were in the oriental aisle. we admired the bottles again, but this time some of the premium stuff were behind a fenced door. i could’ve sworn i heard them calling me to take a sip of their lucious nectar.

we grab some chips, joseph got some salt & vinegar lays and i get some wavy ranch lays. we fuckin’ bone out and felt quite victorious. oh yeah, jesse got some chilis for him to suck on with chips. fucker.

we came back to the lounge in my hall to watch some [adult swim] while eating the noodles and chips. we felt like kings. plus there were some loud ass mother fuckin’ asian girls outside for some reason. we laughed as we secretly said, “bitches.”

quite a night, wasted a lot of gas…still worth it tho. i feel accomplished, and made a good time out of wasted energy. woo go me.

*this story is subject to exaggeration and non-exact word usage, but still very accurate