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I learned a lesson. Life lesson. Never read Tucker Max just before going out unless you already know his shit. Poor decisions will be made.
There was a line in there: “…because I am a bad person.” I used to be a bad person but somewhere between losing military rank 5 times in only 4 years, sitting in jail in Texas, working in Iraq – and now, I seem to have lost it. Fuck it.
I don’t remember leaving the BBQ at Blue Mango. I remember having something like 5 pork chops left then finding out the kitchen staff ate them, after I explicitly said I wanted them for the next day. I dont remember leaving Blue Mango or bringing my bag up to the house mit laptop, or putting the mattress back on my bed…but apparently I did as it was done when I returned around 4am. I do remember talking island conspiracy stories with 3 expat business owners here. Next I remember being in Cocomangas.
I somehow managed to be in Cocomangas beyond closing when the steel shutters were pulled down. That was neat, I think. At least they were nice enough to tell me the booze was locked up instead of kicking me the fuck out. I now remember it all being right behind the bar.
And there were whores. All over. I would call them ‘working girls’ or possibly ‘prostitutes’….but lets be real, if they’re going home with me at 4am with my shitfaced state of mind, yes, they be ho’s. Ho’s need luvin too. And I need a checkup. But not of Boracay.
I think Chad is pissed at me because of the way I brought a small party back to the house just before daybreak. Fuck it, he’ll get over it.
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I don’t want to get in the middle of this pissing match but I do know one thing. Bar girls (crickets, whores) sure as hell don’t tell the truth and spread shit rumors like it’s nothing. I wouldn’t believe a bar girl in a million years. Hope you have proof other than some whore saying he’s got it. Just sayin…….
Jun 16, 2008 at 7:10 AM -
JD – you are a fucking idiot…. I’m pissed cuz your dumbass still has “party supplies” around the house. Hmmmm… small island in a 3rd world country would love to lock up a white man with shit in his pockets. People don’t keep their mouths shut around here. Ask the fucking cricket(s) (prostitutes) you brought home. She is well know for running her mouth. These morons get jealous and turn people in for a couple pesos. So keep slamming my name publicly in your blog, you will get a response.
Jun 14, 2008 at 7:18 PM -
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i can imagine now chad’s face… lol
Jun 14, 2008 at 7:24 AM
ow boy, now i remember i use to hear u and some of your girls outside the room and i asked chad, ‘JD woke up early?’ …. bet u just got in around morning lol!
Mccaw, yes you are getting into the middle, but its actually humorous.
Chad, I had locked this post, then hidden it…but c’mon, you’re not being fair about this.
You were pissed, and thats all I said…not slamming you.
What you’re thinking about didn’t enter this house, that’s been 2 months since. I’m not stupid. I very well remember . Give me more than a tic-tacs worth or credit about ‘storage’.
The only person I recall that has the big mouth was MY ex ; it wasn’t MY ex that was here that night.. It was your ex-cricket.
I actually lie about not having your number on a regular basis, you’re welcome. I did it again that night.
I did give you a heads up about the hanger-on right about the time I realized there could be a conflict, then got specific w/this person about not making a scene.
The pills I took were a Cialis and a few hours later, two 80mg aspirins. If you need either, I still have more. That was at the house. If something different was said, then you fell for a rumor. I’m not going to stop taking pecker-eze and aspirin in fear of rumors.
Like I stated, I hid this post/comments and locked it. But I have received 6 emails and messages about your comment and only one was from someone that has ever commented. There are a number of people that you and I both know that read this apparently, (news to me). I hadn’t checked the logs until today, but there they are. Lots of local IP’s.
The silliest part is that I’m typing this in here instead of talking to you. We live together, wheres the love?
Jun 16, 2008 at 4:11 PM