  A DATE (my only date before I go) What can I say? I’m leaving. I’m running a game on Saturday for majed and I am planning to make 1 more drawing tomorrow. I had a date and we went out to national sports grill. I have to admit that I wanted to eat there cause it was cheaper and more filling than bubba gumps.
I mean my date cost me less than a grand and spending that one just one meal would be outrageous. Although bubba gump was my idea… I could not believe how expensive it is… I mean.. 700 for a plate… FUCK!!! Anyway I underestimated how filling a cup of Max Brenner’s hot Italian dark chocolate is. I couldn’t sleep after drinking it.
What a buzz. At least lola got to taste it. She loved it… but candy was so sad that she didn’t get it cause when lola got it… she thought it was all for her. Candy did not tell her that it was all that was left… THEN SHE ATE A SLICE OF SANSRIVAL!!! UNFORGIVABLE!!! I’ve been candy’s dietitian and I have worked hard to make her lose weight and that terrible lack of self control pisses me of. I admit I have it at times… but I only need to be told to get by my will power. Anyway thanks for going out with me. I mean… it means a lot. I planning to make that sacrifice allot of comic artists make for the sake of creativity that we talked about.
Anyway I had a full life and as much sex as a married man in his first 9 months of bliss. I remember how a good kiss feels like (and how to do it). I guess I set and packed (emotionally) to go to the states and stay in my apartment with my brothers and sister working on comics. CONGRATUALTIONS!!! To Paolo Rosero who will never read this Blog cause he is always to hammered for selling out his paintings in the exhibit he held one forgotten Wednesday evening. I was the only from his past that went… Funny… I was his best friend in southridge too… (in sr not his whole life anyway).
I guess you do things with/for the friends who matter. I wish I could make the equivalent of his monetary killing. He has enough money to live off for 3 months. I wish I can do that… between me and paolo… I have to admit I’m the lesser artist. Paolo can do three things better than me: Pain Drink and LOVE!!! I don’t know any other guy who falls in love so bad for a girl to the point of hammering some brain cells to oblivion then getting up then doing that same thing for another girl again and again. I think and understand that If I had that life… I would be happy… and die happy. I admit to how insanely jealous and happy for paolo.
DAMN!!! I wish my luck was as good. BUT of course my situation is different and what would count as success given my circumstance is different. Anyway its 4:30am and the horizon is looking brighter… I better sleep. OoT: As a free lance working at home… doesn’t my electricity become a write off? Any how I wish there was a way for me to learn to do American Taxes. 
