<3 Koon #KG 103

Someday a lucky man will capture this girl. Until then, I will be able to enjoy our late night rants on the status of the porn industry and the affect (effect? god dammit!) of the recent economic collapse on it.

There are very few people in this world whom I respect, and like. There are even fewer that are female. (Not that I don't like girls as a general rule, but at this point, I understand why guys do stupid things much more clearly than why girls do stupid things. And I am sure this goes both ways.) But I digress.

Opened another bottle of Raison D'Etre tonight. Much more enjoyable a year later.

Went to a unique little bar the other night and introduced my friends to Maredsous 8. It was fairly well received, making it well worth the $14 it added onto my tab. When everyone ordered a shot, I decided to be different and ordered an Old Chub. Delicious to drink. Not so delicious when chugged from a pint glass. Who needs carbombs when you just chug Old Chub? No one. I insulted some guys girlfriend shortly thereafter in an ill-timed joke. If 1 + 1 = 2, then Chugging Beer + Old Chub = Trouble. He was roughly three times my size and ignorant enough to try to fight me. I am not used to that by the way. Back in Richmond, I knew every bartender that served me, and no matter what happened, I never felt threatened. This was not exactly my crowd (a gay/lesbian bar in a hole in Ghent) so I wasn't exactly sure quite how this would end up as he was telling me something aken to "Let's take this outside." I mean, I would have taken it outside, and probably at that point either let him hit me and then cut his throat, or pulled the knife out first hoping that he would be satisfied in calling me a pussy for having a weapon. Either way, I wasn't going to die. And if I was, so was he. Don't fuck with a short guy. He has been dealing all his life with people bigger than him, and at this point, he pretty much has a plan.

But.... I was able to calm him down, and the girls all getting upset around him brought him back to "maybe he was just making a drunkenly conceived joke and not trying to "insult the love of his life" (his words, not mine). Oh, and I was with two of my Brothers, and they were ready to take on whatever I created. I think I've apologized at least 3 times to Jaime for possibly endangering his life. But let's be honest, deep down, all three of us in some sick depth of our man hearts, strongly hoped that this hulking angry man threatening me would take it further, and that we would have a wonderful story to tell in the morning, if not some wounds to tend to. But it was deep down because we are all responsible people, and that would be such a headache of legalities (in reality, you can't just break a bottle over someones head and say, "everybody was doing it" that is called assault with a deadly weapon, and is usually a felony. then you can't vote, among other things. So all in all, I am glad our inner warriors were kept at bay) and we probably would have missed our poker tournament on Sunday night with all the police reports and what not.


Sunday night, I made the final table in said poker tournament, and we chilled in the hot tub (same trio) until about 4:30 in the morning, just bullshitting. No Homo.

Monday: I woke up hella late and forgot about an appointment I had made to setup a network in-home. The iPhone 3G replacement screen/digitizer had arrived so I also had to repair the boss mans phone (he dropped it and shattered its screen a mere two hours after it was taken out of the box). The repair went fine with a few hiccups but I got it all back together (which I was glad about seeing I know... NOTHING... about repairing cell phones, let alone the most technologically advanced cell phone known to man. I go to turn it on.. FAIL. I cracked the actual LCD in the process of replacing the screen. I ordered a new one, but that is MUCH easier to replace and I should have the phone back in working order shortly after the LCD arrives. At the end of the day, though, I can basically recreate the iPhone 3G in my head. So, if you have a broken one, send a comment and I'll repair the lil bugger for you! I won't charge but the cost of the parts, under the assumption that I am not an expert and make no guarantees but am reasonably confident in my abilities but until I fix yours and possibly your friends successfully, I will not feel right charging for the service.

I am sitting in front of a Double Gulp from 7-11. Did the movie 7 not hit home hard enough? S-I-N. 64 oz. foutain drink is a SIN. c'mon. just install a damned soda gun in your car.