my first thoughts waking up this morning were "fuck". six am and time to hit the one-way road back to shutter island in support of the chotch's gainful employment. the sun wasn't up yet and the car wreaked of liquor and havoc from last night. it was a pretty uneventful night in the big picture of things but the devil was there in the details. my last thoughts before getting in the car last night were "i don't think i drank an adequate amount of liquor" but then again there's really no such thing. the destination, club duskoteque or simply dumpy ol' dusk in atlantic city. been there too many times to count but enter always with delusions of grandeur which inevitably lead to complete and utter disappointment. our female friend who is a cocktail waitress at the borgata texted us and spoke of how her and a slew of friends were on there way. we quickly caught up on inadequate liquor consumption at wild wild west next door with complimentary tea's and vodka shots complimented with frivolous tipping on our behalf. our female friend who will remain nameless, kate (i know her because i once set a fire extinguisher off in her room on her birthday while sporting an adolf hitler haircut) failed to mention that her 8 accompanying friends were lipstick lesbians who were strangely obsessed with their one cohort. she, or it, had a head that looked like an over shaped lego with out of date facial piercings and hair like an acrobat. a real bulldyke of a bitch who smelled of axe aerosol spray. we quickly cut our losses and made way to the blackjack table where the chotch fell in love with an oversized half mexican half cuban half black woman with a belly that hung roughly 6 inches down and out from her belt line. she drew a lot of attention to herself, most likely high on something odd like methanol or windex. she had a strange cackle and somehow reminded me of santa claus, only black and blackout drunk. but she sure as hell couldn't lose and neither could we. the chotch took a seat next to her while the dealer called him the homeless guy good luck charm. a rather bold claim on behalf of the dealer, but an honest one, one that was full of merit and warranted more frivolous tipping. an appropriate footnote to add would be that chotch was in deaf mute stage at this point with posture like a pregnant emu but with the charisma of a care bear. 4 large thugged out bro's stood behind her feeding her small currencies to continue betting. we were making quite a scene at this point and i waited for the chotch to flat out start titty fucking this chick at the table which would have added enough adrenaline to our glands to continue betting but he didn't. we were up in currency but down in spirits so we left the table & made our way towards the cashier. with nothing more than a brief head-turns time, greg managed to be verbally exchanging hand jobs with one of the thuggs. he was simply sending them to the infamous "greg's list" but due to a combination of greg's strong voice and too much hennessy in the thuggs' cups, they were confused and thought that we were music producers/agents/financial brokers. jon in a black out stooper told them to basically fuck themselves but said it so softly under his breath it got mistaken for maybe a burp or something and no physical altercations insued. they fucking sucked, they were babblers and were delaying the inevitable drive home from valet parking. leaving the casino with nothing more than a faded business card (which serves as a constant reminder of how i dodge responsibility at all costs and live irreverently towards getting a real job) we left the casino. another night gone in punxsutawney, pennsylvania with no real tales to tell this time. but we seemed to have laughed a lot last night and fell for a few lesbian gold diggers. I lay now, restlessly in the surf city warehouse, the guest room of a house that feels like the deckman's quarters of an old ship. I think the room sways slightly, and there's an oil burning lamp next to the bed that may have been burning for hundreds of years. after i sleep half the day away i'll have to gather some photos we've taken from some more exciting nights for our 3 followers to enjoy. god speed.
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