ME VS THE BRO VS THE BARTENDER

So last night I'm chilling out after work and getting my Call of Duty MW2 on and my Twitter is off the hook. SXSW is on fire I guess. I'm pissed because I planned on being there this weekend but my store manager quit and fuck me out of my chance to go. Fuck My Life. Fuck All of you Mother Fuckers. Every one is Premed, Partying, Amazing bands, Its fucking a 5 day party. I so bummed out on this whole thing. It's bullshit. I am stuck here and all my friends are out of town.
So to fend for myself I decided to wonder down around 10:30 to The Filling Post a local bar that the girls work in their bra's and panties. I have been going there with my roommate for a while and there this on girl that works there that shares my warped and twisted sense of 2005 music that im trapped in. I been going in on a few night to hang out a get a little attention and she pass along her cell number. I not stupid I know she works on tips, former stripper former escort but common she works in her under ware you know she fuck up in the head. I like damaged good. I wish i didn't but I am fucked up in the head as we all know.

So I walk in she pours me a beer and ask me to play some music because she is board and ask about my week. We chit chat a little and she ask why am I so sad. Why do people ask me what is wrong with me all the time. Maybe I should go back to doing coke and being on one all the time but I'm broke and that shit turns me into a person I learned I can't live with. It makes me hate my life even more and I tend to loose more than I gain. Yes I'm a little worn out because work is crazy and all my friends are at a huge fucking party and I should be there getting shit housed and shredding chicks like the Secret skate spot in the dez. I'm depressed and emo. Look at my drunk tweets any given night. Plus not to mention this was the time last year I lost everything. My chick, my job, my financial ruin and all the anger that went along with it. I walk this world with my sins strapped heavily on my back. Until I deal with them and get back to where I was My LIFE BLOWS. Stop asking me why I'm sad.

So as the night goes on she disengages the target know as Saturn as soon as some bro walks in. The want to take her to Cancun on his boat and all this bull shit. Dude was driving a 99 accord. Last time I checked an accord can't tow a boat. His ATM card got declined along with 2 Credit cards. I'm sitting there with a new Sonbol watch, 600 cash in my pocket and a Credit car that works. I found it funny a fake trip by some dude straight out of the DC shoe catalog circa 2004. If I was willing to take a spike, shrink my balls, live in the gym for 4 hours a day to be all bro out to pull ex-stripper tail and have a rage complex.... I rather be dead. Fuck fake as people and stupid ass chicks. I happy I'm real. I should bullshit a girl a little more but the lies are getting harder to remember. Any idiot can Lie to a girl but when you realize you really do like her and tell her the truth and confess, any intelligent chick is going bounce out and bone your friends to get revenge. This is why I like older women. girls in the early 20 annoy the shit out of me. Give me my beer and shut the hell up. I'm not going to tip any more for fake attention. I know I'm not going to fuck you unless your drunk and I have coke or weed or shit I don't do... anymore. You cannot hustle me. Do you know who I am ? I'M MOTHER FUCKING KING KONG OF HUSTLING. I RUN THIS SHIT AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT BITCHES.

So I finished up My beer drove to Anaslime to get Alberto's the one thing I miss the most about riverside (or Santana's) and had my fat ass some carne and rolled tacos and went home and passed out. I will never drop my standards for stupid chicks and that's why I probably have no game.