What a wild time in Vegas. First off, all those people just walking about like this wasn’t gonna be a prized fight about to go down in typical historic Vegas fashion is crazy. People pay thousands to watch a Mayweather fight live. This was a billion times better. You don’t have the regular stare down between boxers saying the other is going to beat the shit out of the other one. Instead we got people accusing people of being a rapist and the other party claiming he was drugged and that they stripped him of everything. Pacquiao never had any of that go down at the press conference. But the fight itself, bananas. First off if you’re gonna bring in a foreign object like a guitar into the mix, you gotta swing that thing like an Ax. You can’t bring your body half closer to try to gun butt the guy with your guitar with out getting susceptible to hits. And once he made that mistake it was pretty much over for him. But you know what was the absolute knock out? It was when Eeyore mustered ever last bit of strength he had to lift him 6 inches off the ground to body slam the guy into a coma. By far some of the weakest, yet thrilling match ups I’ve ever seen in a fight. Kind of need Jim Lampley calling this fight and Larry Merchant interviewing the pajama onsies guy afterward and ask him if he did in fact rape that girl. I mean we dont even need to get into the fact that the guy is in fact wearing a Baby blue Eeyore onsies pajama suit. Thats just Vegas being Vegas.
P.s- The guitar gun butt thing, thats one thing that always frustrated the shit out of me back then watching WWF. Always a feeling of being cheapened out when Triple H would pull out the sledge hammer and half over it with his hand and just ding the guys head with it. Thats no way to use a sledge hammer. I know it’s just entertainment but I wanted him to drop the hammer on mother fuckers like he was chopping wood with it. Obviously it would be manslaughter if he did that but if you’re gonna throw a sledge hammer into the mix then you kind of have to use it that way. At least use it to pound Kurt Angle’s ankles into dust.
Okay well let me explain what I got myself into coming up this summer. Aside from pushing dumb blogs out and delivering Chinese food for all these assholes in Davie, my buddy asked if I could be in his 12 minute film exercise as his summer project. Now my boys are my boys, I’ll help them out always. Well this time i might just unfriend him completely. Dude i’ve known and been my best friend for like over 10 years now. His mother a sweetheart and family always welcome me into their home. Just cut them out cold turkey. Why? cause he might be a god damn psychopath.
See he goes to school at Columbia in New York studying film (what an artsy fancy asshole). Guy has always wanted to do film since we were kids. At first the joke was he would always make silent films because he just never wrote dialogue. Well now the joke has become that he’s gonna be a sex addict/rapist and frankly the more and more he writes, i think its less of a joke. The first project he wrote was about a guy who finds out a girl is a slut and like exposes her as a slut and then she sluts out fingering herself like a persons in a panic jamming elevator door buttons. Really weird ending but the rest made sense. Next he decides to write about a guy who’s a landlord in NYC who gets sicker and sicker and then he gets into an argument with his pregnant wife when she says he’s losing it pretty much and yada yada yada, he like goes down on her and like i dont know how to describe it, orally kill the baby through her vagina, and then goes on a Misfits punk dancing spree. Make sense with the whole Misfits song but either way, just weird fucked up sexual depravity. Well here we come a year later and now i got myself involved where I’m playing a sexual rapist who stalks his customers and tries to rape her. What the fuck, Kevin. I keep my promises so I’m gonna do it, but really what the fuck? This isn’t something that i keep to myself either, i tell the kid endlessly that he needs to evaluate his brain just because I don’t want to be associated with a rapist. I’ve watched too much SVU in my life to let that happen. Here I thought I was gonna be in some short film revelation of a comedy or something but nope. I got fucking roped in to playing some depraved Lars Von Trier film. Hoping at some point his class mates just get him expelled from Columbia. Its for his own good, every woman in New York’s, and my self included. Definitely gonna try to get him to see a therapist.