August 31, 2006 Today was the most fucked up day I had all year...man, you know the type of dayz where you wish you would have just stayed your ass in the damn bed. Man, I'm still shakin' my head. I thought that if I turned the computer on, and surfed the net, I'd feel a lil better. But naw, as I'm typing this shit I'm feeling even worst. First of all, I was out in west Hollywood drinkin' last night, picked up a lil cutie and cruised around the coast with her. we actually pulled off on the side of the road, watched the water, then did our thing. we were both reeeal fucked up and fell asleep parked. I guess sometime during the night, I kinda cracked the t-tops on my camaro. When we woke up and drove off, one of those joints flew off and slammed right into someone elses windshield. me, still buzzin' I panicked mashed out. Then when I dropped the chick off, I find out my cell phone plus my lil cash stash is missing. Yep, she clipped me. It gets worse. a few hours later some nigga calls me from "my" cell phone talkin' about what the fuck was I doin' with his woman last night. Normally, I wouldn't have tripped. But this nigga got my cell phone with all kinds of info in it...all my damn contact #'s address's and all kinds of shit. I hear the broad in the background saying he just gave me a ride home, thatz all. But yo, it gets worse I start flippin' through my wallet to try to find the # to have nextel disconnect that line. and why the fuck are my credit cards missing. I mean, I guess I kinda let my guard down, cause ol girl wasn't ghetto and she spoke good. I didn;t think she was a hoodrat. Besides I had met her in an upscale joint. But then again, as I'm learning here in Cali, you don't know who is what or what is who. So at this point. I'm like fuck this shit, I turn the car around..go back to the bitches crib. or her mans crib whoever the fucks place it was. park my car and start honking the horn. This nigga comes out with a gun and starts shooting in the air. The bitch is screaming "No, don't shoot him, I stole his phone and some money." The nigga is still shooting. Her nigga is furious now and he shoots out one of my tires. I'm thinking got-damn, is this the way I'm gonna die. I'm 31 years old too mothafuckin' old to be in some shit over a bitch. Shit, wit me, it wasn't even about the bitch, I just wanted my credit cards and my cell phone back. So, next the nigga turns to her and asks, "you fucked him, I know you did". He said, "I'm tired of you doing me like this. I bought this house for you, give you anything you want, but you keep doing this kinda shit to me." Then he runs over and smacks the shit outta her. Man, at that point I figure, good. She got what she deserved. I'll just count my missing shit as a loss and chalk it up as an experience. Besides, I got insurance on that cell. I get in the camaro and roll off, fuckin' up my rim, cause he shot out the tire. After I throw a donut on at the gas station, I pass back by the bitches block with one damn t-top on and I see police cars and an ambulance. Yo, I think the nigga really fucked her up. The nigga might even be lookin' for me. So, to get my mind off all that shit, I call another chick I had met a few days earlier and we go watch the first place dodgers. They played Cinci. I hate to say it, but the whole experience was much better than going to a baseball game in Detroit. People actually cared. But then again, I haven't been to any games at Comerica Park, since the tigers have been in first place. I'm definitely gonna check them out this weekend in the "D". They just happen to be playing the Los Angeles Angeles "of Annaheim". That outta be real interesting. anywayz I'm surfin' the net right now, and a used t-top is gonna cost me 250.00. Damn. August 20, 2006 I know yall missed me, but I've had a lot on my plate lately, as you can probably tell by looking at me next to my 'stang in the picture above. I've been eatin' my ass off. I'm seriously thinkin' about suing Carls Jr. Them sellin' those Pastrami burgers got me so outta shape. Also, as you see below, I've been a gawker at a lot of the movie sets around town. "soakin' up the game". I actually went out and bought me a few new video cameras over the weekend so I can improve the movies that I make for my websites. A couple cats recommended that I step up to a prosumer camera, so I did. Now I just need to practice using that bitch. I'm at the point now, where I seriously feel like puttin' down the still digital camera and just start focusing on video. Man, I got a whole lotta shit planned for the next few weeks. Including my monthly visit back to the "D". I got that Cali cavi..holla!..naw, just playin'? I'm making it a priority to go check out the world series bound Tigers. As a matter of fact, I think I'ma check out a Dodgers game here in L.A. this week. August 16, 2006 I'm glad I got the fuck outta there. August 5, 2006 It's been a few days but I'm back. I've been grindin' Still on my get rich mission. I'm still far from the goal, but swear, I don't see how a mothafucka can ever be broke in L.A. If I wasn't doin' my own thing, I got a thousand other things I could be doin. Everyday, somebody is tryin' to hire me to do something. But I've said it before and I'ma say it again. I ain't never workin' for anyone again. Thanks to porn, I don't have to. Besides, like I said I'm on a get rich mission, and you'll never become wealthy working for someone else. Alright, I know you're wondering what the fuck is that 2 liter up above for. Well, dig this. After running through the city earlier in the week, I was extremely exhausted. a nigga was thirsty and hungry. So, I'm on feet making my way to Carls Jr. which is about half a mile away. I had to stop and grab a drink first though, cause there is no way I could make it to Carls jr without quenching my thirst. So I stop inside of the corner market. Now keep in mind I'm tired as fuck. I grab the 2 litre without really paying attention to it. I'm actually thinking its Pepsi. I mean look at the colors and the logo...as soon as I step out the store, and get into the sunlight, I realize it ain't cola I got. But fuck it, I was hot and dying of thirst so I twisted the top and guzzled that shit down...it was delicious. Naw it ain't piss in the bottle. Kolashampan is what it's called. Coming from the midwest, I'm not use to all the different brands of sodas I've noticed out west. And I know thousands of mothafuckas are like me. just familiar with basic Pepsi or Coke products. So you know me. I started seeing Dollar signs. I think I can introduce all these different sodas to a lot of people. I've done some research, made a few contacts with some distributors and I've decided that slanging international soda online will be the next branch on my tree(listen to the audio from 06/26). Yeah, people have been doing it before me, but they're not doing it like I will. I'm actually taking a break from making the website right now. But next time I update this, I'll give yall the link. Why am I telling you this before I actually do it. Well, it alwayz motivates me more to finish something when I tell mothafuckaz I'm doing it. Lastly, I wanna discuss some "black people". The older I get, the more I don't wanna even fuck with yall. I'll go into detail about this more in the future. Right now I'm just gonna use some of my formerly favorite internet blogs/podcast/shows as an example. These niggaz(and I still got love for all yall) have lost their fuckin' minds. ChronicCast.com and Pimpin101.net. Here are some of the most talented group of brothas I have ever seen. There was a time where I'd be fiendin' for new shit from them. But just like "black people" normally do. They started some bullshit back and forth bickering. Lies, threats all kinds of wild accusations. Ego shit. Sure it probably brought them a few rating clicks at first, but now it's just gotten ridiculous. Man, the things I've heard and seen on both sides over the last few days is pitiful. The creativity on both sites is gone. But anywayz, let me get back to the soda website. back to present ©2006 Foul Fowl Entertainment