Awesome day today. Went to the gym, got a massage, went to the beach and watched people play volleyball. Made me wish my friends were more outdoorsy. Got a pedicure/manicure (I’m on this new regiment of pampering myself) and got my car washed since it’s state has been raised to Level Orange (It looks like it’s moving on circular hunks of soot). This black guy in corn rows and a Michael Finley jersey starts hitting on me and wants my number. He tells me he’s a rapper about to sign on Interscope. So I give him a super hard time, asking him what his intentions are, questioning his sincerity, his Christian faith, his love for his mama,…all that good stuff. Then I tell him that he wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway. He asks me if I smoke weed, so I produce a joint from my wallet (don’t ask) and proceed to smoke him and his boy, Bounce, out. He wants to give me money for it but I ask if I can have some singles so I can tip the car washers and that was that. A full day. And the sun hasn’t even set yet.
I’m sure tonight should be fun because my status tonight is: Rampage.
Update to come.