Cuz it's Friday, you ain't got no job....

Interview Wednesday has me off my game. I need a job. Fucking money. I'd like to punch money right in the balls for being naughty & teasing me and making me want it so bad.

Semi typical Friday. A late breakfast with a friend, chicken fried steak. That's not her name. Then picked up some beer, a cigar, some spiced rum, some cigars somewhere else (all different places) to prep for the weekend. Hung out at the cigar store & chatted with the guys there. Jezzus the owner there is a big muthafucka. Was reduced to drinking a fucking rootbeer with my smoke, cuz they can't sell beer. Not a lot of choices.

Thats just ridiculous.

Talked about maybe bringing like 10 people in before we hit a club some night. Said they'd stay open late if I did that. I think that'd be good.

Came home, checked email (nuthin) and went to dinner at Esparzas with another friend.

Actualy, not a typical Friday. Quiet. Still. Still waters run deep. Its like my mind is tear-assing around the living room without actually moving. Craving activity. The calm before the storm tomorrow night? Another party at Tom's. Those are usually pretty good. Plan on spending the night. Getting wrecked & seeing what happens. Was funny when Jordana flipped me out of the hammock last time. She is stronger than she looks.

Then its Pirate Mike's Birthday at Devil's Point Sunday & they're doing a Pirate theme night in his honor. You know that'll be good, baby.

I am disappointed Jules is no longer dancing at Devil's Point, though. We had something special. Stopped by Doc's today. I heard she was maybe dancing there. No dice. Maybe she's gone legit?

Naw......