Model Citizen

Always one to expand my social horizons, I entertained Jenni tonight at the newfound restaurant Casa Ole, which sucked balls, and the Surf Shack, which is arguably the most ghetto club in Houston.

For months I have wanted to go to Surf Shack, and tonight the dream finally came true. I rolled in dressed like a slob, paid a fucking $5 cover charge (yes, this place charges cover on a fucking Wednesday night), and headed to the bar. After the opening round of drinks, we circled the place, checking out the crowd and soaking in the ambiance, or maybe it was the heavy amouts of cigarette and weed smoke. Anyhow, there was some cool music jamming, but since Jenni doesn't dance yet, I didn't really dance a lot. The crowd was really, really young (tonight was 18+) and a tad bit on the "urban" side, but I liked it. Alot. I'm going back very soon.

In other news, this evening I officially became a Premiere Promotions model. That's right bitches, your man is gonna sell some shit with his body. This should be cool. I'll distribute my bio complete with pictures (unairbrushed) as soon as it becomes available.

Finally, I need a drinking date for next Tuesday (yes, Valentine's Day). We'll listen to Outkast, get wasted, and see where the evening goes from there. Call 5-785-4277 to apply! Females preferred.