This week has been pretty testing. Me and a friend of mine made a trip down to Charlotte this weekend for a grappling tournament and decided to stay with one of my friends. We checked out a bar that my friend works at and had a few shots to get the night started and bumped into three extremely intoxicated young girls that were so drunk they couldn't light their own cigarettes. Being the gentleman that I am I lit a cigarette for one of them and not soon afterward it became apparent that she was a bitch. Not only was she a bitch but and idiot as well because she walked away and left her cell on the bar in front of me, which I proceeded to slip down my sweaty coin slot and released internal gasses that had been trapped inside of me for some time. Not thoroughly done leering at young scantily clad women we decided we should go to a strip club. We said goodbye to my friend and proceeded to a strip club inside of a strip mall where we witnessed an entourage of scags, skeezers and worn out hoes desperately fondling my groin in a sad attempt to pay their rent. We spent too much money and decided that we should absorb some of the alcohol in our stomachs with some Waffle House.
The next day was pretty miserable. I felt like shit and had my first match with no preparation and no warm up and got flying armbarred within the first minute. My friend also lost all of his matches and we went home with not much to talk about, we did manage to joke about spending money on girls that have no reason to be working in a strip club. That night I had to go into work at the club and within an hour some drunk idiot trashed the entire right side of my car. I am now stuck dealing with typical bullshit involved in getting my car repaired and driveable again. Since this incident I have now come down with a cold and can barely talk. I am also currently having to work out some sort of other living situation because my current state is intolerable. I am struggling not to send myself into drunken oblivion to cope with my current state of affairs. I am starting to see that hope really will drive a man insane.
The next day was pretty miserable. I felt like shit and had my first match with no preparation and no warm up and got flying armbarred within the first minute. My friend also lost all of his matches and we went home with not much to talk about, we did manage to joke about spending money on girls that have no reason to be working in a strip club. That night I had to go into work at the club and within an hour some drunk idiot trashed the entire right side of my car. I am now stuck dealing with typical bullshit involved in getting my car repaired and driveable again. Since this incident I have now come down with a cold and can barely talk. I am also currently having to work out some sort of other living situation because my current state is intolerable. I am struggling not to send myself into drunken oblivion to cope with my current state of affairs. I am starting to see that hope really will drive a man insane.
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