i like flat pavement

im still alive. turns out i didnt make it to the "le Girls" strip club.

I did enjoy an old favorite....the brat! yes beers, onions and salty bad meat. my buddy and i went to a couple bars and then grilled out. big event was me "walking" drunk. great exercise. i didnt feel a thing. however the next day i didnt have a hang over but my ass and upper thighs burned!

Today my journal will read "went downstairs again". its time to start weeding though my boxes o' stuff in my bedroom. some freinds from LA brought my duffle bags of failure to me in phoenix a few months ago. im on day3 of sipping 8oz of regular pepsi in the morning. i have started to tickle my cardio system with caffine and sugar. like a scene from the movie New Jack City......i sat there with a spoon and a lighter shooting up my beverage. off the wagon, never felt sooo good!
bax

in search of a bar stool that fits.

Over the past few months when i was a shut in, i started making a list of things i wanted to do!

Besides being generic and saying "Moving Around More", i have started awkward joga moves. to reward my sore body....im going out drinking tonight! NO ONE SHOULD DIE WATCHING RACHEAL RAY. now before the medical community starts calling telling me to "baby step" back into society, hear me out. In the old days when someone asked if i wanted to go out and grab a beer, I said i was too tired. what the fuck! sure i just got done working 9 days in a row, 18 hours a day. but too tired. what a pussy. as i sat on a couch the phrase" what if" shot though my mind. now bored and sore......i want to have a little fun. my tolerance for booze is near zero(should be a cheap night). im going to a buddys BBQ in the afternoon, then to a strip club.....do they take food stamps? maybe i should bring my old Ironside chair and claim to be a war vet. Navy seals get laid! i read that online! sweaty dollar to hear you hollar.......oh yes.
bax