I'm for the Gators now, they give me money.
Gainesville is full of douches, tons of shorty khaki shorts and boat shoes, I appreciate Orlando more now. I'm back in the city now, and had a rockin weekend. Made a few hundred bucks and got all sorts of sauced up. the day of the game I was pulling these two big guys, and I stop at the intersection to wait to turn. At this point, I haven't eaten but a slice of pizza the day before, it's like 2:30 with a hot sun, and I black out and slump over my handle bars. The two guys had to push me and my cab over to the gas station and bought me a drink. That was scary. We went to Ginnie springs on Sunday, I recommend that place. It's pretty awesome. So we got home and I was still pretty gone when we arrived, and dropped Mike at his house, and started driving home, and got completely lost in my drunkenness, so I ended up in some school's parking lot in Pine Hills, somewhere North of my house, and had to be picked up by Matt. I am now at the conclusion that I must not drive drunk anymore. I was doing pretty well for a while there. I think I'm going to go on a roadtrip soon, somewhere. Matt and I are growing apart, mostly because I'm really busy. Everything happens for a reason. I think I'll go to the Keys this weekend or next before the cold comes.