Incite Full

Yeah, I said it.

Before you go crazy on me, let me explain. This is purely scientific. And, to be honest, the girl is inconsequential to my plan. What I want to confirm are the targeted ads on facebook. I’ve had everything now from Big Beautiful Women, to single 24 year olds, and now single men. And it needs to stop.

The handbags are coming soon, i just know it. And I need them to stay away.

Ok, that’s all a joke.

I went out last night with pretty much everyone. It was a lot of fun and i’m really tired this morning. there is no yadda yadda yadda in there. Ok, lets be serious for a moment. I feel like my head is a gallon of sand right now, and it sounds like swimmer’s ear every time i shift from left to right. my stomach is on fire from a burrito that never even burned my lips, and all i want to do is sleep. God that sounds good.

But I’ll endure, and that’s good enough for me.

On a funnier note, I was almost stabbed walking down the street the other day. It was because, apparently, I was unbottoning my shirt when this car full of gang member’s rove by and they thought i was “steppin’,” which I assure you I was not. These guys got out of their car and started telling me that this was “pasadena, essay” and while i was curious to know why he was calling me a homework assignment, I was more preoccupied by the fact he was reaching under his shirt for something. Knife, gun, hairy sweat- I’m not sure, but we were pretty confident it was a knife.

In retrospect, I thought this guy didn’t want to fight at all. But jordan made a good point. You don’t pull over out of your car and get out if you don’t intend to fight. I am lucky to not have been roughed up a little. But do you know who would have been safe? Dan. Dan was like casper when this whole thing went down. He disappeared right away and only when it was safe did tis effer appear and lead us to his car. Good show dan, that’s ridiculous.

Leson learned, don’t unbotton your shirt in oldtown, less you want to start a gang war.

“Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.”