So my boy - umm we'll call him DJ-JSlice....I just left him a voicemail to let me know what he wants to be called, but he didn't answer, so DJ-JSlice is my temp name! Anyway....I met this kid playing free poker at the local bars in Fairfax. I'm pretty sure it was the first nite I had ever met him - at the lower level bar of the Best Western, which is still the skaniest, piece of shit hotel in Fairfax City - playing poker. I was outside, on the phone, smoking a cigarette. Once I got off (the phone fuckface), he came up to me & we talked for a little bit. I mean, at first, for a white dude (I'm not really into white dudes, except Tucker Max - he's my new idol!) he was good looking. He seemed beyond chill as shit & whatever. There was a lot in between the moment we met to our friendship now, but I will say, we never hooked up, and I think that's why DJ-JSlice actually has respect for me, and I have respect for him. It doesn't happen often :)
Anyway, the day or two before flying to SF, DJ-JSlice called me. He had all these detailed instructions for me to follow...ummm shit, I was walking into a concert w/my ex, Shooz. I had nothing to write on & my memory can't remember shit. He was leaving for Burning Man. If you don't know what that is, I will sum it up, but Google tha shit - you won't believe your eyes. It's this amazing festival. It's sort of like a West Coast Bonnaroo (God C-Murder, I hope I spelled that right - she works at Bonnaroo every year!!!) It's in the middle of a dessert (desert - whichever) in NV (that's Nevada dumbass). There is nothing around. No internet. No phone service. No nothing. Just a few hundred thousand people, fucked up for a week, doing whatever it is they do at Burning Man (when I go, I will have 100 thousand blogs about it!!!) So to put it out there mildly, I had no contact w/DJ-JSlice! LUCKILY, wtf are the chances, his upstairs neighbors, who were watching his kickass dog, Norie...were kickass people. There was Wren, who was an artist & from HERNDON, VA & went to Bishop Ireton. And her boyfriend from Jersey, and their hot friend Mark. He caused some trouble in my relationship w/Shooz, but I'm pretty sure to this day, he has no IDEA he caused any problems w/me & Shooz lol. Funny how the world works.WTF ARE THE CHANCES that LadyJ went to school w/her, (Wren) but was a couple years ahead. WTF OMG - IN SF I met this girl - CRAZINESS! Anyway, I called Wren the day of my flight. I was so sciced - more than a kid in a candy store.
My flight landed in Oakland - at about 10:30pm their time. My ex was from LA. All he emphasized was "once you get off the plane, get on the bus to the BART & DON'T do ANYTHING IN OAKLAND," as well as, "DON'T CHEAT ON ME!" Two simple rules - I can handle that! As soon as I got my bags, I got on the bus to the BART. $3 - it was easy to find. Here I am, in a city I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on. I am amazed. I did get cut-off 3 beers, 2 mixed drinks & 1 shot into the flight...2 hours, into the 6 hour flight. I was pissed. I was even wearing my "Texts From Last Night" shirt that I ordered - it clearly read - "(703):"She said, and I quote "I want to black out with my rack out!" THAT SHIRT WAS FUCKING MADE FOR ME - SERIOUSLY. That bitch was my twin sister, I swear, although, I don't know her. (Whoever the bitch was that said that greatness!)
Anyway, I get to the BART station. Now, I love black people more than anyone. In high school, I thought I was black. XXL Tupac/Biggie shirts, cornrows, the only White girl at Homecoming in our group of 15, etc...But besides the shady ass, "Oakland Police Dept" which I have ZERO FAITH IN, I was the only White person. I believe I was also the only person above the age of ummm....about 16. It was unreal. Where the fuck were these kids parents??
By the way, totally off the subject - guess what I found out tonite??!! DJ-JSlice is coming into town July 10-16th for work!!!!! He won't party much b/c he's a lot more responsible than I, but shit, we're going out to dinner one nite & I'm gonna get him out another. Within three months, I will be in SF again. I miss it too much - the best trip of my life, best city of my life. Hollar back bitches, hollar back! Since I won't remember, I will remind myself that the next story is about he Bart ride w/the Russian Mafia, the $22 18 pack, the cab ride home that didn't take credit cards...and shit, meeting Wren, her man, & Mark. OH Shit this is going to be a story ;)
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