today i saw frank, kitts dad, on the pier at little creek. frank said, "why the hell did you let my boy ride your motorcycle up to harrisonburg?" this is when i realized that kitt told his dad that it was my motorcycle probably just to avoid an argument or he didn't want his dad worrying about his safety. i remember back in high school i would try to bring up awkward things while at the dinner table with his parents just for my own amusement, today was no different. don't worry kitt, your mom still thinks its my motorcycle!

two girls in two days.

most action I have gotten in a while.

shout outs to pierre for for the vagina/flower/hooker thing he tattooed on my left arm, and a huge shout out to every bodega/deli in bedstuy that sales 24 oz busch cans for $1.25

BLUE BALLS

I can still cum though.

stick n poke

lori hooked me up last night! sorry its backwards.

no pictures because i've broke my camera

i once failed 8th grade because i smoked a bunch of weed and didn't care much about anything more than that, my s&m holmes, and a abandon tennis court (another story in itself). today i flew literally half way around the world, in first class, between two business suits (one of which i spilled a full glass of champagne on) who were sales associates for IBM..... for free. do whatever the fuck you want, there is no such things as consequences