last night i was so mad that i had to get out of the house. so, after being basically blown off by a certain ms. kristen, i decided to head up to club foot and have a few PBRs by myself. i used to go there alot, and every once in a while i'll go hang out there with hopes of seeing some old friends from the good 'ol days. but seriously, every time i go, not one person i know shows up. not one. isn't that strange? sure chuck is always there, but he has to be. i remember once i worked the door at club foot because i needed to make some extra cash (hmmm...kinda like now...) and yeah, i had my way with the free beer. but some wise-ass thought it would be cool to steal the big blue mag-lite flash light i was using to check i.d.s with. so i had to use the money i made that night to buy them a new mag-light. and those big ones aren't cheap. that sucked. i'm old stylin' it up right now. gonna search through some old cd's to see what i can find...

g'night.