Aww, shucks fellas.
Well, Bread has been keeping me very busy every weekend. Plus, I'm still a getting over mild depression for missing the Detroit/Toronto gayitries.
At one point she called me back I was sleeping naked in my hotel room, must have been like 3am
I saw your missed call when we went to a pizza place after the bars closed. I had no concept of time and for that I apologize. I had the most surreal experience shortly after the call. I went outside to wait for Bread and sat at a table across from a group of aggressive Middle Eastern guys who harassed everyone who walked by. At the time, I was 99% sure they were celebrating their last day on earth before pulling some sort of terrorist stunt.
As two guys (black) were walking into the pizza place, the one with the Uncle Sam hat said rather loudly "
What's UP my niggers?" The two guys stopped dead in their tracks, turned around and one said "The fuck you just say, man?" Uncle Sam replied "
Whys the beeg deal? I hear this on the rap music all the time!"
I suppose playing ignorant worked out in their favor, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Vicodin + alcohol makes me very brave, so I went up to their table and forced Savior Dog upon them. As I was getting ready to take the picture, they started singing Happy Birthday. Wtf?
And then...this happened. As we were posing for a picture, Uncle Sam thought it would be a great idea to molest my mouth. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little scared.
