It has become apparent to me that my words have an effect on people. I can't help it, I have these thoughts racing through my mind and they generally don't go away until I write them down, and in that process they evolve themselves into something that has an entertaining life of its own. As long as I'm writing, I know someone out there is going to enjoy reading my thoughts if for no other reason than because I make them readily available at your convenience.
So, this morning I woke up to a funny text message. I had send one earlier that morning at about 2:30 having just exchanged numbers, and here is the response I got. It said, and I quote, "Right on man... your a cool dude... I look foreward to us racing each other in our ferraris soon... pulling international pussy, and taking over the world.." The fact that this guy had extrapolated the essence of my personality into a simple text message is something that I find amusing, especially considering I said nothing that I recall that referred to said pussy or world domination. I guess that makes me pretty cool after all; not to toot my own horn, but toot toot motherfucker.
I went out last night with a friend of mine who lives on the other side of the wall from my apartment inside of the house where I write this stuff. His girlfriend is not of legal drinking age, but when has that ever stopped anyone from having a good time fueled by alcohol. The three of us walked up the street to a prominent local bar where we paid $10 to get in the door and expose ourselves to some really abrasive music as we enjoyed a pitcher of beer and a gatorade bottle mixed with tequila, respectively. In the spirit of seeing what potential the evening held, I hit up another friend of mine who was the DJ at a club downtown and shortly after we made another 10 minute trek to his world. Unfortunately there were some complications at the door because the lovely lady didn't have the right piece of plastic with the necessary numbers on it; so as I went up to say hi to my friend, she called one of her own. Next thing I knew, we were escorted to the back door of a limousine. Her friend happened to be occupying his time as a limo driver, and is the same guy who sent me that amusing text message this morning. We ended up picking up a few more people, seeing as the driver was on call, and proceeded to drop them off at a strip club before swagging on to set off some obnoxious fireworks that happened to be in the trunk. This guy was prepared for anything.
I'm guessing the ferrari part of that text message was referring to our conversation about cars... after noticing that the TV's didn't work I mentioned that I used to install them as well as anything else 12 volt entertainment-wise in peoples cars for a paycheck. Then I let it slip that I had gotten a ticket last summer for street racing a Lamborghini. People usually look perplexed when I tell them this as a 23 year old, and ask what I was driving that I thought I stood a chance against a Lamborghini. To this, I reply that I too was driving a Lamborghini, and I never considered it a race. The way I see it, I had over 500 horsepower connected to my right foot. The other guy went a little overboard although in the best way possible by installing a twin turbo system in his, which he informed me after revving it so loud that I could feel it sitting next to him at a red light. In another Lamborghini. Honestly, it was pretty awesome but I knew I didn't stand a fighting chance as he catapulted himself to over one hundred miles an hour within seconds and a city block. That city happened to be South Beach, Miami, and apparently what the police witnessed was a race.
Imagine my surprise when at the limo drivers house I was asked if I like Danica Patrick... yes. It was then that he pulled out a photo album, and one of the pictures with one of the celebrities was him, in the pit, belonging to Danica, of a Formula One race. The rest of the pictures were equally impressive if not more so, it was pretty obvious that he shared a similar passion for life.
We stayed only a few minutes, having been nearby and just hanging out, but on the way home we made one more stop at a twenty four hour convenience store for some arbitrary items and hopped back in the limo for a ride home. I wonder what the people who saw a couple of kids roll up in a limo at 2 AM to get beer were thinking. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading what I have to write, because thats all it is, for your entertainment. If you do like it, if I cause controversy and inspire you to think for yourself, then my job here is done, pass it on and maybe one day I will conquer my own little world. Thanks!
So, this morning I woke up to a funny text message. I had send one earlier that morning at about 2:30 having just exchanged numbers, and here is the response I got. It said, and I quote, "Right on man... your a cool dude... I look foreward to us racing each other in our ferraris soon... pulling international pussy, and taking over the world.." The fact that this guy had extrapolated the essence of my personality into a simple text message is something that I find amusing, especially considering I said nothing that I recall that referred to said pussy or world domination. I guess that makes me pretty cool after all; not to toot my own horn, but toot toot motherfucker.
I went out last night with a friend of mine who lives on the other side of the wall from my apartment inside of the house where I write this stuff. His girlfriend is not of legal drinking age, but when has that ever stopped anyone from having a good time fueled by alcohol. The three of us walked up the street to a prominent local bar where we paid $10 to get in the door and expose ourselves to some really abrasive music as we enjoyed a pitcher of beer and a gatorade bottle mixed with tequila, respectively. In the spirit of seeing what potential the evening held, I hit up another friend of mine who was the DJ at a club downtown and shortly after we made another 10 minute trek to his world. Unfortunately there were some complications at the door because the lovely lady didn't have the right piece of plastic with the necessary numbers on it; so as I went up to say hi to my friend, she called one of her own. Next thing I knew, we were escorted to the back door of a limousine. Her friend happened to be occupying his time as a limo driver, and is the same guy who sent me that amusing text message this morning. We ended up picking up a few more people, seeing as the driver was on call, and proceeded to drop them off at a strip club before swagging on to set off some obnoxious fireworks that happened to be in the trunk. This guy was prepared for anything.
I'm guessing the ferrari part of that text message was referring to our conversation about cars... after noticing that the TV's didn't work I mentioned that I used to install them as well as anything else 12 volt entertainment-wise in peoples cars for a paycheck. Then I let it slip that I had gotten a ticket last summer for street racing a Lamborghini. People usually look perplexed when I tell them this as a 23 year old, and ask what I was driving that I thought I stood a chance against a Lamborghini. To this, I reply that I too was driving a Lamborghini, and I never considered it a race. The way I see it, I had over 500 horsepower connected to my right foot. The other guy went a little overboard although in the best way possible by installing a twin turbo system in his, which he informed me after revving it so loud that I could feel it sitting next to him at a red light. In another Lamborghini. Honestly, it was pretty awesome but I knew I didn't stand a fighting chance as he catapulted himself to over one hundred miles an hour within seconds and a city block. That city happened to be South Beach, Miami, and apparently what the police witnessed was a race.
Imagine my surprise when at the limo drivers house I was asked if I like Danica Patrick... yes. It was then that he pulled out a photo album, and one of the pictures with one of the celebrities was him, in the pit, belonging to Danica, of a Formula One race. The rest of the pictures were equally impressive if not more so, it was pretty obvious that he shared a similar passion for life.
We stayed only a few minutes, having been nearby and just hanging out, but on the way home we made one more stop at a twenty four hour convenience store for some arbitrary items and hopped back in the limo for a ride home. I wonder what the people who saw a couple of kids roll up in a limo at 2 AM to get beer were thinking. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading what I have to write, because thats all it is, for your entertainment. If you do like it, if I cause controversy and inspire you to think for yourself, then my job here is done, pass it on and maybe one day I will conquer my own little world. Thanks!
