First, before I get started on the final day of my trip to LA, it has been pointed out by this guy Eugene that my posts are inaccurate. But to that response, I say that that shit happened over three weeks ago so my memory isn't going to be spot on. I'm on writing from my perspective.

So on Monday, I woke up and I took like three shits cause that ramen from the night before was killin me. Then me and Jake drove around to get breakfast (I slept on Eugene's nice, comfortable sheets again no homo) and we were going to get subs, but that wack place was closed. So we went to the Mexican place and got fries covered in a meat, cheese, and guac for 5 bucks. We drove back home and ate those fries. Then this girl Monique (I think that's her name it was either that or Monica) came over and she started making fun of how dirty Jake made the place be. That shit was a mess. There were empty Pepsi cans and water bottles lying all over the place.

Then we drove to the airport and even though I got there two hours early, LAX was a mess and it took me about an hour to make it to my gate. I took the plane to Phoenix and at the Phoenix airport, where I always stop, I went to my favorite place: Wendy's. I ate a chicken nugget and then bounced back to Houston. When I got back to Houston, I parked my car in this parking garage, but my car got shitted on so hard by birds. It was disgusting, like hanta virus type shit. Then I drove my car, went to Waffle House by Hobby, drove home, and passed the fuck out. And that concludes the entire recap of my trip. Thank you for joining me on this series.

Oh yeah, before I forget, I invented a new style. Because I can't afford a blackberry, i put my ipod nano and attached it to my shorts to make it look like an ipod. I left the ipod in the bathroom at the tea place, but I came back 20 minutes later and it was still there, in front of the sink. The end.

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