the day the living room lost its battle with porn

i had to relay a story. the incedent took place a couple of days ago. the night started like any other night out with co-workers. it was a little ackward. you see i have only been working with this crew for about 10 months. it is not entirely a year.

we went out for dinner. we went to Don Julio's Hacienda or some place with a name like that. It was at Clybourn and North. i miss heading out to that area. it has changed significantly in the last years. there is more business and less gheto. it is free enterprise at its best. anyway, i was out at this restaurant and we are eating and being merry. when it comes to the tab...people start whistling and looking at each other.

seriously, f%&$* like that do not need to be around. if you are going to invite and drink ur self silly own up to the bill. btw, not just your food...drinks, tip, and taxes. come on people this is nothing new. lets be civilized. oh well... i noticed that i really like the "...". sorry. i got a little sidetracked. it happens. back to our regularly scheduled program. so, we scrounge up money to pay the bill. i hate going out with a big group because of this. they are always wondering who did not put it in and you end up paying more because some other punk ass b is not willing to cough up some dough. flashback to Reservoir of Dogs.

so after the dinner debacle, i was not ready to go home. i wanted to stay out and party. i asked some of the cool people. "so where we going?" Dark Spock states he lives close by and will host the little after set. we make a mad dash for his place. we walk over to my car. get lost in the process. people like to go the wrong way on a one-way street. i am already on a ticket. i can not afford another one. finally get to north ave. btw, there is a hot girl in my car at the time, Local Girl. get to the expressway head towards WIS. go and drive by the old neighborhood. the so called six corners. there are so many according to who you talk to. we finally get to our destination. it always strange to go some new place of a co-worker. we walk into Dark Spocks apartment. it was intersting. as i turn to look around there is a bunch of porn mags all over the place. i mean that is cool. as long as it is me and Dark Spock, but there was Local Girl. it was quite the ackward moment, but it was fun. Local Girl did not say anything. i dont know if she noticed. it was funny. he has to be single. cause at what point does the porn mags or videos make it out of the closet or under the mattress or the hiding place you have them into the plain site of your apartment. maybe it is a simple issue with all other people. i just remember growing up and having to hide all those materials if you had any that is.... Oh...I never had any. Really. Stop shaking your head and looking at me.

So ends another murder mystery. Join us again next time for the next installment of when I fell in love with her voicemail. stay tuned for the never ending chapter of Local Girl. Todays show was sponsored by the letter Y (why). Just because i felt like it punk.