Okay, as it is, not much has happened in my gaming realm since my last post. I got lost in Vana'Diel, found myself in Stormwind, hahaha! Yeah, but I didn't spend too much time there either.....rent was too expensive, and I wanted a PS3. well, I finally shelled out enough money to get me one, unfortunately, now I can't really afford a decent library to stuff it with....yet. I'm so close to finishing Enchantment Arms, I can taste it....Oh, I already beat it, saw two separate endings so far, now I just want to go collect all those damn golems and see this "god" golem (I believe it's called Omega), you know just basically kill any desire that may possibly still be inside me to ever play that again. I bought the game new for twenty bucks, I thought, hey, that's not a bad deal...Well, it's not really, I got a twenty dollar game for twenty bucks. Methinks I'd have been sourly pissed off if had dropped the current price of the game for though (sixty bucks???!! Are you kidding me?!). Oh, yes. and Resistance: Fall of Man....surely this is the reason to be in possession of a PS3, yes? On the side, I've been navigating the frustrating controls of my daughter's WII. I made myself a MII, that was neat.....and the online functions seem to be coming along nicely (it's about time Nintendo stepped it up). So, right now, if my daughter will relinquish control of the tv, I'ma get my game on.....if not....well....damn....

About two weeks had gone by and I hadn't heard hide or tell of Julio. So, after an exhaustive search by phone (you really get winded with those, you know that?), another friend of mine, we'll just call him "John," (he doesn't want his identity revealed, or something like that), called me up and said that he was in the hospital. So, I clock out early and haul arse to get there before visiting hours end. When I finally get to the hospital (it was about an hour and a half away!), there are no receptionists, patients, or even those annoying loiters in the lobby.....just a bunch of desks with nothing but a phone on each of them. Being late and dark I couldn't help but feel kinda creeped out (this was a VERY large hospital, mind you). So I start off on a search to find someone, and, just as I'm rounding the first bend, a nurse pops up out of nowhere and scares the bejeesus out of me....Fumbling for words, I get the point across to him that I'm looking for someone, that there is no one in the lobby to ask for directions and what not. He stares at me like I've lost MY mind!??? Then calmly (and, in retrospect, condescendingly too) explains to me that all I had to do was pick up one of the phones, which would shortly thereafter be answered, and ask which room he was in. Afterwards he disappeared again before I even got to a phone. After finding Julio's room number, I board an elevator, to rise to his level. As though it were actually a transporter, when the elevator's doors opened, chaos erupted in sight as doctors, nurses, patients, visitors (I think), cops, and even two priests were dancing a morbid jig of panic across the hospital floor (Now THIS is what I was expecting earlier. Making my way through the controlled havok, the worst for my friend flooded my head as I made for his room. When I got there, though, the way was obstructed.....by the nurse who made my bowels jiggle earlier. He was there to discharge Julio, who was in a wheelchair in front of him.
"JULIO!! I exclaimed, "What the hell happened to you?"
Two weeks earlier, Julio had been driving home after picking up his girlfriend (I still feel wierd saying that, Julio, having a girlfriend? Hades must be verrrrry cold right now), lost control of his car during a rainstorm, flipped twice, was thrown out of the car (I always told him that seatbelts were in cars for a reason) at some point, and spent from that time til I had gone there in the hospital. After confirming that he was alright, I promised to beat the crap out of him when he got back home.
He's got like 20 stitches in his head, fourteen on his left arm (which has got to suck, cause he's a leftie), and is wearing a body brace while being put on bedrest for the next three months....so, maybe I'll wait til he's better before kicking his arse.
His girlfriend, however, was fine and dandy, walking away with only a couple of small scrapes.......impervious (Julio had better watch out with her if a horrific car crash won't even phase her ).
So, like any good friend would do, I dropped off my PS2 for him so he could have something to do while he was bed-bound (along with some games, books, and movies of course). Every now and then I still go visit him to see hows he's doing. and, unfortunately, he's just the same......ah well, at least he's alive, that guy still owes me some money

Well, sorry I haven't been on the forums these past two days, but I've been working like a little slave-monkey. Saturday wasn't so bad. However, after work I became highly volatile. I took my daughter to one of her (second?) cousin's baby showers (yes, it's one of those unisex ones). Seeing as how she's a Mexican, and her fiance (I think they plan on getting married) is a "cholo" (Yakuza = Japan as Cholo = Mexico), naturally there'd be a lot of drinking going on. I expected that. I even had a beer or two myself. What I didn't expect (oh, and by the way, there was at least 50 people at this party) was for the cholos to start smoking pot in the next lot. We were at a trailer park, so it's not like we couldn't smell it! About the time they had started, another of the cousin's boyfriend came up to me. He asked what the smell was, and, after I had told him what it was, decided to leave. I asked them (the cousin and her boyfriend) if they would take my daughter (I had planned on staying longer, and I wasn't expecting them to be smoking pot, and I had been drinking, so I didn't want to drive with my daughter in the car until I had sobered up a bit. I don't mind driving like that, but I don't want my daughter with me......just in case). Anyways, after about two hours later, I very politely excused myself. I'm not saying I'm a saint or anything (you already know that I drink occasionally), but when I found out I was going to be a father, I cleaned up my act. So I can't stand people who think it's ok to smoke pot around kids and pregnant chicks.......

Yesterday, work really sucked. I didn't work at my usual post. Instead, I had to drive to another city to work on a tea-machine in a sister restaurant of the one I work at. Yes, tell me, the twenty-two year old who's working in a restaurant because he knows nothing about fixing electronics to fix a commercial size tea-maker......real smooth one there, boss. Anyways, I did what I DID know how to do........which was get shocked by a faulty wire that wasn't properly grounded. I'm very lucky I guess. It could've been worse, but it still hurt. Now I have a huge welt on my thumb.

Other than working, I've been playing Warcraft III. I wasn't sure if I'd like it, but now that it's installed on my computer, I can't stop playing it!


Now. Back by popular demand. I will tell of one of my favorite adventures...... This tale is a favorite to all who've heard it here.....mainly because it's true and almost everybody know's the person involved......

While I was still new to this border (Mexico/America) town here in Arizona, I had few friends. Julio (whom you may remember from earlier posts) was amongst them. Shortly after I had met him (which is another story in itself), I decided to take him and another friend to a strip bar across the line (mind you, this would be the first time I'd ever been to such an establishment). So, we go to one of David's (my other friend) favorite bars first. This bar (the Fish Bar) remains one of my favorite bars to date. After downing a couple of beers, my friends and I head out into new frontier........right next door (literally!). We were seated by a fine looking waitress at a table so close to the runway that you could count how many pimples (hemorrhoids?) they had on their butts (I know this because we were ). Anyways, fifteen or so minutes later, a gentleman sits down with us and asks us if any of us want a "private." Very new experience for us, so I ask him what a "private" is. (How he put it more or less) You go in the room for twenty minutes, she dances.....naked. You can touch, kiss lick.....whatever. But if you want sexy or wow-weeze (head?), you have to deal with her. ???!!

Julio falls out of chair when he hears this, so I tell the guy (no longer saw him as a gentleman) I'd buy a private for my friend. I hand him twenty bucks, he hands me a coupon-looking slip of paper some chane, and asks Julio to pick out a girl.....any girl! Of course, it's Julio after all, he picks the ugliest waitress there. Sure enough, even the waitresses are prostitutes at these types of places in Mexico. So off Julio goes....into a room that by the looks of it can't be much bigger than a por-a-potty (like a walk-in-closet almost).
About twenty minutes later Julio walks out, face flushed, and rushes back to the table. David and I started going at him...
Hey, Julio! What happened?? Look at you, you showed her your "O" face, huh?
Then Julio was all (raspy voice time)
No, no, no.......Hey. What's it mean when you bleed?
David: It means you were her first....hahaha
Julio: No, not her........Me!
Me: It means she was your first!! (w/David): hahaha

Julio: Is it supposed to bleed this much? *pulls out hand which is covered in blood*
David and Me: WHAT HAPPENED??? *rushes to the bathroom with Julio*

Without going into specifics, let's just say that half-an-hour before this, Julio could say that he wasn't circumcised....after this night however.........

He said it was from continual grinding-clothes on.
We think he prematurely you-know-what while he was on the receiving end of a ....... wow-weeze.......
Aye, Julio.........

Next adventure: Julio and the Hot Topic Piercer or Man-in-Thong Terrorizes Playground

I'll let my readers choose. hahaha
Until next time..........