So I know most of you out there in internet land were looking forward to another blog from Cadence, but you will have to make do with me, Nailhead tonight(I stole her password and user name the other night to look at hot naked chicks) . After a long day of work, I come home with the driving need to make barbecue chicken. Some people came over to hang out and eat my awesome barbecue chicken. Things where going fine until this couple (we'll call them Adam and Eve to protect the innocent and they were acting very weird) came over and things start to get weird. I offered some chicken to them, looking for a few new fans, only to find that she was a vegetarian and he didn't like barbecue sauce. No big deal, different folks different strokes. I'm sure many of you out there have seen Tommy Pistol in either one of the many Burning Angel movies (if you haven't seen Not Another Porn Movie you must get it tonight to see the pure comedic genius that is Tommy) or at least one of the many videos he has done. He proceed to say some snide comment about Eve about being a vegetarian and how good the chicken was and how she was missing out, which sounds kind of stupid, it's hard to explain properly the whole scene with my limited vocabulary. Short story shorter, I almost pissed my pants laughing. Things were going fine till Tommy and Gia had to go home. I was stuck in an already weird situation before hand to now a down right awkward situation. When I'm in awkward situations, mainly social gatherings, I have a tendence to find solace in the bottle. I was out of beer in less then 20 minutes(which means I was starting to get irritated), and Adam just kept on talking about all sorts of emo ass shit so boring and pathetic that I wanted to punch him in the face just to get him to stop being sure a bitch (I also think I called him that multiple times in the conversation). By that way I hate emo and anything related to emo; please do us all a favor and cut up the arm multiple times not across and end it so I don't have to hear you constant crying ...I have anger issues. He also mentioned that he had been arrested three times in the past three months and had a warrant out for his arrest (I'll get bad to this later). Finally Cadence and Eve show up out of nowhere, wanted to go get movies to watch in my theater, (Yes I have a full fledged 7 person theater in my house), saving me from Adams whining. We make it to the nearest Ralphs, I go straight to the liquor aisle in search of more beer while they go look at the movies. First off they didn't have a love Natural Ice, so I had to go with The Blue Ribbon. Second, in my attempt to get away from the emo fag, I ran into a whole group of them trying to decide which wine spritzer to buy. By the time we make it back to the car, I'm starting to sober up, meaning I'm in a fuck everyone state of mind. I think between the car ride back and the lovely conversation we had earlier Adam was feeling a little uncomfortable, he didn't even get out of the car when we arrived. Because Adam didn't want to stay, Eve was forced to leave without watched the movie. She said her goodbyes while he sat butt hurt in the car. They where gone before I opened my fresh new 12 pack. Thing is that after living in this neighbor hood for some time nothing has ever happened to me property (I also lived in Inglewood for 6 months, have been to downtown L.A. numerous times and parked over night in some really shady neighborhoods), and it wasn't till last night that my car got broken into. Now in all reality, I wasn't that mad because all they took was my navigation unit and not my $1000 plus worth of tools in the back seat. Now what am I to think, here is this guy who has been stupid enough to get caught doing whatever three times in three months, nothing has ever happened to my car even is some of the most crime prone areas in L.A. and last night in my little quit neighborhood my window gets broken into. Now I'm not pointing fingers, but my money is on the emo fag. Who ever it was is a moron for taking my cheap ass navigation unit and not ever going after the tools or any of the other things worth more.  Till the next time I get the need to write a bunch of crap I leave you with this: don't let your kid go emo.

Nailhead