Moneydick

Well this was a funky day from the start. Simply because it started on Monday. I got off wok kind of late like at 7pm. I went to my friends house afterwards and we planned to goto his friends giant loft. we packed a bunch of stuff to go out with an artistic evening. I brought a skateboard that i freely confiscated from my work. It was a pink deck with pink royal trucks but it had a smoothe surface and good bearings. I brought a few T-shirts to paint too but those ended up bieng pointless. We got to the loft and the fuckin elivator didn’t work. What the Fuck. We had bigass tables and shit to bring to the top floor of a huge ass building. Since we’re pimps we haul that shit on up. I grabbed the last thing from the downstairs lobby a crack head comes up to the (thank God) locked glass door. He starts yelling at me about some motherfucker this, some nigga that. Despite the crackness, i understood that somebody from our building had dumped something onto his wife. It was paint or something. The crackhead was tellin me he wanted to talk to somebody or he woud break the door. I wasn’t about to open that door. I went upstairs and started to tell my homie what happined. He interrupted me an said he had dumped a 10 gallen bucket of soapy water out the window of the top floor onto a homeless person taking a shit on the sidewalk. After I made 3 trips on what felt like 10 flights of stairs the moving was complete. I immediately pulled up a chair and poured a fat cup of pinot grigio to chill out. We were playing music loud as fuck. I sanded down my board and got ready to paint my deck. It took all night but i will post a picture of desighn skills. I practically didn’t sleep and showed up to work at 1 when i was supposed to be there at 8. I came into work with a huge stack of company problems on my desk. I took an ADD er all that morning so I started handling shit on the quick tip. All on point with my shit and handled everything in 4 hours and left for home.
I then got all ready to take this amazing chik I just recently met to a great restaurant i know up the coast a lil bit. The funny thing is she went to the same high school as me and is friends with many of my friends and yet i dont remember meeting her before. (Truth be told I hardly remember family) We got there and were offered wine right away. We refused firstly because she probably felt they would ask for ID and secondly I didn’t wanna pay $12 a glass for some chet I didn’t like.I had 2 bottles in the car one from south africa and the other from france so I was already set. Funny thing is she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu while I jumped up on that Prime Rib and had a Double-Up on the AHjuu sauce. Right after we ordered steak and chicken the waiter was an asshole and serenaded us with the dessert special for the night. I forget the exact words but it was something along the lines of. The home-style ice creme is served on top of a brownie with a goey gadiva chocolate center with mgically delicious nuts on top that you have to order 20min. in advance because its so fuckin good. Of course I ordered that fuckin shit I almost wanted to skip the steak. After the dinner grubdown on the beachfront with waves crashing so heavenly in a way, the “Lava Mountain Cake” had presented itself with a few cups of coffee. That shit was explosive in flavor and had both of us hmmm-ing and shouting “FUCKIN DELICIOUS.” As usual I over tipped but the waiter did a good job. We left after, what i felt was, a wonderful evening and said our goodbye’s since she was leaving to go to school. I had my wine and busted out the gangsta ass bottle opener and started sippen away watching T.V. I passed out and even though I enjoyed myself I was very satisfied that those 48fuckin hours were over. That was the end of that.
Peace
Big Jiggen Tim