I like your style. It sounds like classic Gunwitch method the way you remain in state, and make girls say no. I am curious about the k-close. I usually go for the number close, and escalate for a sext to qualify her to come over. However, after reading your posts I would enjoy trying the kiss close. Is it all french goodbye or like a peck on the lips. I would hate to try incorporating some of your style to not nail down the details. At any rate, good luck and continue sarging.

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cuz, i already read this. but thanks again for the comment. if you want to kiss a girl, then just do it. the french goodbye is an easy way to obtain that shit on departure. but also, if you can tell a chick is feeling you, look her in the eye, grab her face, or not, lean in, and mack. good luck, brah.

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Sorry about the delay in posts. It's been a somewhat wild week. I'll summarize each day in the next few posts. Here goes for Sunday.

So I still stayed in the hotel. (Gah, I seriously lived this week like a failing rockstar. It's the fucking slump every dude who balled the fuck out after a wild-ass ride hits every now and then.) But whatever. pFAc came over around 8:30. I wanted to go out and mingle with the squad. It's been so long since I've seen them or gamed anything other than wifey. <- The two main reasons that this week was the blunder that it was. Gah, I took this "marriage" shit seriously, and I didn't see the point of going out if it meant I couldn't game or that I would be tempted to game. That's why I haven't been chilling with everyone the past few weeks. A very, very dangerous mistake that could land even the best of players in a case of oneitis. I'm acting like a FUCKING PUSSY!

I had to convince pFAc to go out. She finally agreed she would try it. Good enough for me. Enso came and picked us up from the hotel around 9:30 or so. I don't remember exactly when, but it's not important anyway. We got to this new club Enso and a couple of the other promoter homies have been promoting. It's probably one of the nicest clubs in our city, and it was banging tonight even though it was Sunday. The squad had a table. Raymond tapped me and led me to it. Guru was standing on the booth with a couple of dumb, hot slutes. pFAc and I took a few shots, then went outside to smoke. Enso and Guru were outside looking for more girls to get into the club. It seems they've actually somewhat came up during my absence from game. I got to hand it to them for once. It's a pretty ingenious way of getting girls to come to you. Just book a table with free drinks at a popular, exclusive bar and watch the pigeons flock.

As I was chilling at the table again, sitting with wifey, some pretty sexy chick walked by, smiling at me as fuck. I waved to her, and that was it. What the fuck was I gonna do? Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

For some reason, I wanted to bounce really early. This is where things got fucked up. pFAc called a cab from my phone, and accidentally discovered all the texts that I have sent to girls since having my phone back. They weren't even bad at all. All they said were like, "Hi." or "Hola." Of course she freaked the fuck out during the cab ride. All yelling and shit in front of cabbie. Fucking embarrassing. She took off her wedding ring, rolled down the window, and threw it out. Pretty fucked up actually. Lol. What the fuck have I turned into?

We got back to the telly, and shit continued inside the room. We somewhat got on the topic of "best friend" homie, and she read me the messages they exchanged after she told him yesterday that she couldn't meet up with him for his birthday because I wasn't cool with it. He said some shit along the lines of him being sick of me and that he wants to "punk [me] nasty" when he runs into me. Lol. I got mad as fuck. What the fuck does bitchass homie expect being best friends with a girl? He knew sooner or later some goon was gonna come into the picture and have a problem with his fucking lame ass. Fucking dude is 26 years old and has fucked only TWO girls. What a fucking loser.

Anyway long story short, we both said fucked up things to each other. Gahhhhhhhhhhh. I told you guys I hate getting angry. This is what happens in "relationships": you lose your cool. Be warned, homies. Never allow yourself to get sucked into one. pFAc slapped the fuck out of me, pushed me, punched me several times, and attempted to kick and knee me in the sack. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Completely completely COMPLETELY not okay. She seriously has the worst attitude when she's mad out of every girl I've known before her. I told her to get out after that, and she blitzed out of the room.

I fell asleep mad as fuck. Shit was mad fucked up.

Overall day: saw what I've been missing out on in the squad's happiness and freedom. Had a bad argument with pFAc and got my ass hit the fuck up. I've written before that I've always thought it's kinda cute when girls get so mad that they hit me. Haha. Obviously it never hurts or anything, and it's just funny to see them get so flustered. But this shit tonight was not cute or funny or okay. That's some ridiculous shit.

Monday, August 11, 2014
I woke up feeling pretty shitty about everything that had happened. This marriage shit is seriously starting to warp me. I hate this fucking shit. Relationships in general are so ridiculous. This is what happens when you lose your roster, homies, or when you don't have an abundance. (Snow, I think you just commented about this idea too in your last FR's takeaways.) Any players out there with the oneitis, the shit's an addiction. Addictions can be beat. The secret is to GFTOW. Or not even that extreme. But just go find some other girls for fuck's sake.

Anyway I did nothing today. Invited my brother over to the telly and got drunk as fuck. I've noticed my drinking hasn't been the same as when I was gaming. Back then I drank to get amped for the night and to just have fun and be social. The past few days have been feeling like I'm drinking to hide something. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! This shit's gotta stop.

Anyway fuck it. Everything's chilling. Always remember that game will pick you back up. NEVER stray from it.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014
I talked to pFAc on the phone today while sober. Goddamn, I'm so much smarter and in control when I'm not tossed. Alcohol seriously takes one of the brightest motherfuckers everyone has ever met in his/her life and turns him into a jackass. We discussed everything, and shit seemed like it was a'ight again. But seriously, come on now, after something that bad, and after the shit that pFAc said and I said, you think everything would be the same even if we tried to "make it work"? Fuck. That. "Making it work" is for pussies anyway, and AFCs. Keep that in mind, homies. Keep that in mind.

There comes a time in most relationships where both partners can just tell shit's going south. They may not even be able to put it into words, but they can just feel it. Well, from my own experiences, that downhill slope has always started after an argument or two. Once partners get comfortable, and that puppy love phase has worn off, yup, there it goes. You bicker over anything and everything that involves jealousy, and you get so used to that person that everything just annoys you about 'em.

It's funny because, for once, I've actually been good in this shit. In my past relationships (before I became anti-relationship obviously), I always fucked around on the side. Gah, in my last semi-relationship, I even cheated on mami with 19 different girls! And that was way, way before I acquired a somewhat mature level of game. God knows what I'd be capable of doing now. But I've actually wanted to experiment with this one (since we're married and all) and see what would happen if I were actually good and faithful.

Well, it appears as if this will be the result of this experiment, and it's not a good one either, players: regardless of being dirty and unfaithful or good and faithful, seems to make no difference. Them girls still gon' freak out over sumthin', and you gotta be careful when that happens. To quote Pac, it seems to be better avoiding that shit altogether: "It's a dirty game, y'all. Y'all got to be careful who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with 'cause the shit get wild, y'all. Keep your mind on your riches, baby. Keep your mind on your riches." In this case, our "riches" is our game. I'm seeing that you may never, seriously never be able to stray too far from or abandon game. It is to those lucky few who discover it another essential factor of a healthy life.

Anyway I wanted to get out under the pretense that I have become strong enough yet to put away feelings of guilt and commit the dirty deed. So I met up with Enso, or, rather, Enso scooped me from the hotel because I was once again too fucked to drive. We hit what once was our regular part of town, the college area where we reached our pinnacle sometime around March or April this year and where we haven't been in such a long time. I missed being there again, and shit reminded me of all the game I had earlier this year...before the goddamn trip led me into what I've become today. Fuck could I have been so stupid to ever go on a trip around the perimeter of the third, maybe fourth largest nation in the world with only one girl (or two in this instance since there was that brief switch up of girls back in Detroit)? God, I got lucky this shit didn't occur with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. Had she have finished off the trip with me... Or maybe I didn't get so lucky. Maybe I was actually unlucky I didn't finish with her. She wasn't as affectionate as pFAc. I fucked with her from day one, meaning I was as sarcastic, open about game and seeing other girls, and careless as possible. pFAc, I was careless with, yeah, but I never was sarcastic until I got used to her, and I never, not even completely to this day, was open about my past flings with sluts and hoochies. God, FUCK!, I was unlucky! I never would have entertained the stupid idea of getting hitched with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With nor would she have ever gone along with it. pFAc unfortunately is either too adventurous or too in love with the god to have said no. I should have monitored that shit better from day one when pFAc joined me in Detroit. I should have subtly requested that she not rest her head on my arm as I drove, that she not hold my hand. I should have stuck with the idea more of being embarrassed to be seen in public with her because of--well, you know.

But then again, what the fuck am I saying? I still am that same dude. I still am that fucking boss player we all were once proud to read and whom we all admired (even if we didn't admit it). I'm just caught up in something right now that, frankly, is out of my control. Shit is fixable no doubt, and when shit gets fixed, I'll be back no doubt.

But until then I don't know what exactly I'll be. I know what I was tonight. That's for damn sure. Enso and I posted up on the patio of our old pregame bar/restaurant. I was fucking tossed, and I asked him many times if I've fallen off to which he replied every time, "Yes." I don't know if he was serious or not as dude always fucks around, but I could easily see how he could have been. I talked and talked about pFAc I felt, explaining all the shit that's happened the past few days. He had little remorse as to what I should do to her on a night out as such, but I consistently told him I couldn't. He took my phone when she called or texted and took out the battery so that I couldn't respond. I told him I wanted to call her because I needed something to fuck at the end of the night, and because I needed something to cuddle. My GOD!

He finally gave it back after my pleas. There was a cute two set sitting at the table next to us. He joined them and asked their opinion on something related to marriage. I couldn't discern what because I was too fucked up, but I flashed my ring so it was something related to me. I joined the three of them. Enso and I talked to the girls. I think we could have n-closed for sure, probably even Ked, but I was too "good" to try, and then I bounced from the patio when pFAc called.

Of course what did cute, little, harmless pFAc do when I answered and told her I wasn't at the hotel yet? She yelled her fucking head off, refused to pick me up, and threatened to leave to go home. Enso came out after a minute and said he number-closed the girl I was preferring to target. I asked if he'd give me a ride back, but he said I was on my own. I don't blame him whatsoever for refusing. It was not his place at all to sponsor my fucked up marriage. In fact, it was pretty fucked up on my behalf when I got into a cab and took out, leaving the dude to himself. Not that he couldn't handle it or anything, but I see that I've abandoned my homies and replaced them with my wife. Unacceptable.

I got back to the hotel. pFAc said she had left, then came back. We went up to the room and chilled. Didn't really do much. Just cuddled and ended up tapping it out. Whatevers.

Overall day: gah.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I've been very busy the past few days so pardon the absence in writing "field reports". It's a test week. After Friday, I'll start posting FRs regularly again.

Anyway, to summarize the past week:
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Checked into a pimp-ass hotel. For whatever reason, I spent a lot of time in hotels last week. Maybe I was having withdrawals from traveling. Maybe I want to didn't face the reality of going back to my parents'. Maybe I just like hotels. Whatever. Last week was grim. On this day, pFAc came over to the nice-ass place. It was seriously probably the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at. It was in a new part of town, and everybody there looked very well-off. pFAc and I ate dinner and chilled for a while back at the telly, tapped it out a few times. (From now on, whenever I write that I hangout with pFAc, just assume I bang her. I'm tired of writing that lame-ass sentence in every post.)

Friday, August 15, 2014
Went out with everyone again tonight in the more upscale part of town in what felt like forever. I didn't feel social at all and was extremely quiet the whole night. I did pull one number from some chick who pretty much lived for my D, but I didn't give her shit. Honestly, going out feels somewhat distant to me right now. I've gotten so used to being on the road that that's the only thing I'm really interested in. I bounced out from everyone at midnight and hit up my preferred part of town--the college district. Met up with Consistency and Smith and gamed for like an hour. 136 K-closes. All I'm gonna say.

Saturday, August 16, 2014
Again went out with everyone in the more upscale part of town. They're all sold on the idea that "promoting" clubs is the way to get laid. I went along with Enso for a little while to recruit girls into the club. The club itself is cool, but it was so packed tonight and every girl looked like she belonged to a table. Enso and I did meet a somewhat receptive two set while promoting at another bar. We n-closed and bounced. The two set later came to the club Enso was promoting. We saw them walk by, both holding some dude's hand. We didn't invest anything and hit the street again for more girls. I wanted to bounce around midnight because I wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with "gaming" tonight. I did just that. I drove to pFAc's house and played boardgames with her. It was fun. Three months ago, I would have told you that's some bitchmade shit, and it is. But then again, if you don't give a fuck, you do what you wanna do.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Went running with pFAc. Came back to my place afterward, cuddled, and--you know.

Overall week: The above pretty much sums up everything related to this forum. I have stepped aside from game for the moment to focus on other aspects of my life. It feels great being back home, having clean clothes, a fridge that actually has food in it, showering every day, not drinking myself into oblivion every night. This is what I have been planning on ever since starting medical school and partying. I always intended to come home for second year since the material is more advanced and requires a higher level of focus. I've been eating again and have been working out too. My thinking capacity is breaching what it used to be, what it was before partying and malnutrition temporarily warped it. It's nice to say that I lived like a (somewhat) wild man during my first year of medical school. It will be something cool to talk about in the future (since I'll have a better story to share than most other boring, nondescript doctors). But I don't think I'll ever go back to that lifestyle. (I did drink a little on Friday, but that was because that's one of the only times I've ever gone out sober. I didn't drink anything Saturday, and I felt just as good as when I'm drunk-gaming. I'd like to start moving away from alcohol on nights out.) I'll tamper with it in the future, no doubt. I'm 24 years old! It's ridiculous to say that I'm gonna start living religiously and abstain from the occasional wild night or even week, but going back to months of endless drinking and partying, no. Gaming is great, and healthy. Constant partying takes a toll. And I can't let either interfere with what I have going for me. Not even career-wise. Whatever. That shit'll come. But there is more to life than just gaming, and education, and getting a good job. Each and every one of us, just in the mere miracle of being alive, has such an exciting--and limitless--opportunity to accomplish great things. The thought of squandering that opportunity on some $10 12-pack or some meaningless ho is disgusting. No more.

Here's to game, gentleman. And here's to an era of bettering ourselves.

Sup players, I'm in L.A. for the weekend, until Monday, and will be in Portland and Seattle this upcoming Tuesday for a week. If anyone is in any of the areas, hit me up! Going out in Santa Monica tonight.

Sup. Sorry for the delay in posts. I made it through L.A., almost passed out at Six Flags. Now I'm in Portland. Shit is dope again but not the same as when I passed through the first time, on the trip. The style is cool though. Anyway, any players in the area (which I know there are none), hit me up. G be g.

friday, august 22 - monday, august 25, 2014
i'll summarize this shit right quick if anyone is interested. pfac and i drove to l.a. after my exam and posted up in the telly in woodland hills, ca. we checked in, then hit up a smoke shop to cop some salvia. haha. some crazy shizz, cuz. i've smoked it before in the past, and this shit was no less crazy again. i hit it first. shit had me forgetting who i was in the hotel bathroom with smoking. i kinda imagined i was on a safari and that there was some british lady coaching me on survival. pfac hit some after my trip wore off and started cracking the fuck up. she told me afterward that she imagined herself being back at some church she grew up near in oregon. anyway we got drunk after that and chilled.

the next day, we met up with pfac's best friend, some chick who lives around the area and had breakfast. it was good, some healthy shit. i wanted to go hike runyon canyon afterward, but pfac suggested going out later in the night. so we went with her best friend to some chick shop and they copped shit. i went for a stroll in the meantime. after that pfac and i chilled at the beach. we changed our minds on going out later on so just chilled up in the telly.

next day, hiked runyon canyon. went to rendondo beach afterward. haven't been there since i went with my previous ex like a year ago. i don't like it. did nothing the rest of the day. pfac went through my phone again and saw that i had been texting cali chick. she ain't like it and got mad.

on monday, we woke up and went to six flags. it was a lot of fun. the riddler's revenge almost knocked my ass out, or my vision went black when the blood was drained from my eyes. not sure if that's true or not, but i read about it a lot on random forums. fuck it. we left after that and went back home.

tuesday, august 26 - friday, august 29, 2014
had class this afternoon. the girl in my class who i tried to get at back in the day sat next to me and said she hadn't talked to me in a while. she wanna da d. she asked about my ring, and i told her i didn't want to talk about it. i would have talked to her more, but i had to rush out to pack for my flight, and i don't like talking to girls if they waste my time. exclusivity, brahs. let the flies come to the spider's web.

anyway i packed up in like 25 minutes. then wifey and her cute-ass younger sister picked me up. the sister dropped us off at the airport, and pfac and i were out. idk if i've ever mentioned it on here, but i have a fear of flying. not bad or anything, but shit just kinda makes me nervous. pfac and i weren't able to sit next to each other, but we got seats one in front of the other so she sat behind me. the lady sitting next to me, i could tell was drunk. probably a fear of flying too. turns out that she did. we drank together the whole flight, and, when we hit mild-ass turbulence, she freaked out and rested her head on her co-worker's shoulder who was sitting in the window seat. dude was like 20 years older than her (she was in her late 40s btw). she was married too and said she was going home to portland from some convention in austin. no doubt she fucked her older co-worker and swallowed that nut. gah, dirty bitches. if i ever saw my wife resting her head on another dude--oooooh. oh wait, i watched pfac lay her head on homeboy back in vegas. gah, bitchmade.

anyway we landed in portland. it felt good to be back. the style is grungy as fuck, but i love that shit. that's kinda my style btw. we light railed it to our hotel in gresham, copped EToH and drank the night away. pfac brought up the god's past again, but i played that shit as is. we smoked some ciggies out in the parking lot. felt like i was on grimm and shit. banged it out and fell asleep.

the next day, pfac showed me around the town she grew up in. this little fucking farm land called hubbard, oregon about 45 minutes outside portland. no wonder she's such a quiet and shy girl. chick straight up lived the first 15 years of her life with hardly any human contact other than her family and landlord. nothing really else happened throughout the day.

next day (thursday), didn't really do anything. very briefly walked about 100 feet into forest park. crazy-ass forest. checked out portland for a while, then went back to the telly. before we went back to the telly though, we stopped in downtown and got a doughnut. vp was looking good as fuck, players. we wanted to grab a beer so we blitzed into one random club next to the doughnut shop. shit turned out to be a strip club. hahaha. wasn't aware beforehand. we drank in that motherfucker as a lone stripper controlled the room. the fuck am i saying? I controlled the goddamn room, motherfuckers! there was a fat nasty motherfucker, old as shit, solo drinking at the end of the bar. all got some titties thrown up in his face and shit.

friday, we drove to the oregon coast (seaside) and checked out the beach. ate lunch, got an ice cream cone, then drove the hour-and-a-half back to portland. bypassed that and went to multnomah falls. gorgeous! i wanted to go out so we got ready and drank enough to kill half my squad back home, then cabbed it to downtown portland. we hit up the strip club we checked out the day before so that pfac could use the restroom. we never ended up leaving and stayed there for about 30 minutes, till closing time. after that we bounced out. we ended up talking to two random portlanders on the street. at one point, the dude i was speaking to said jokingly, "uh-oh. watch out! he tryna get at your girl!" regarding his homeboy talking to my wife. nahhhhhhhhhhhhh. i already monopolized that one, brah. we went to get food at a food truck next and ended up catching some random plate at the first one we found. fuckkkkkkkk. about 10 minutes into it, when we were nearly done, we realized that what we were eating wasn't chicken or steak. uhhhhhhhh? i have no idea what the fuck it was. i think it was deer or some shit. it wasn't bad-tasting, but i don't usually eat anything exotic or whatever. (not really sure if that's considered exotic actually, but fuxx it.) blahhhhh. we both fell asleep on the cab ride back home. cabbie wokesed us up when we got there. we stumbled in and fell asleep. scheduled to bus it to seattle tomorrow.

saturday, august 30 - monday, september 1, 2014
what's goodie, players? so we woke up saturday, checked out an hour-and-a-half after standard checkout time, the concierge all throwing a fit and shit. shoulda slapped him in his goddamn mouth. we dropped off our rental car and barely made it to our bus. sat through the three or so hours to seattle. gah, felt good to be back. seattle is such a nice city. one of my favorites--if not my favorite--in the entire country. light railed it to the seatac and got shuttled back to our sick-ass hotel in kent, wa. i could tell it was gonna be a good time in seattle. we chilled up till late and drank. it was fun.

next day (sunday), we shuttled back to the airport and picked up our rental car. drove around seattle, checked out downtown and pike place market, scoped the market theater gum wall again. i tried to look for the pieces of gum girl i used to be in a club with and i stuck to it some two months ago. couldn't find them. felt weird to be back without her. fuck err bitch, cuz. fuck err bitch. ate some fish and chips, then bounced out to look at bill gates's house and then kurt cobain's, where he blasted himself. after that, we checked out the fremont troll, then went back to our telly to chill and watch movies. watched some say anthing... good-ass movie. young cusack isn't the swiftest with game though.

next day (monday), got up, went out for breakfast. shit was good. nothing else was going on in the city as it was labor day. we checked out the view of downtown from kerry park. i can seriously see myself living in seattle in the future. shit is the nicest/cleanest city i've seen. went to the beach, ate dinner later on, went back to our hotel and watched locke with tom hardy. gentlemen, watch that movie. very good. locke'll teach you a thing or two about carrying on when you find yourself in low/tough circumstances. good-ass shit. had another chill-ass day with wifey. aw, we have such a healthy, happy relationship. how cute.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Woke up around 1 p.m. pFAc had been saying the past week that she had a surprise lined up for me in Seattle on Tuesday. Something scheduled at 2:45. Turns out the surprise was lunch at SkyCity, the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle. Gorgeous view. That was nice of her. She is a sweet girl. She also has a surprise lined up for me this weekend. Went back to the hotel after lunch and chilled the rest of the day. Leaving tomorrow. It's been a nice break in Portland and Seattle.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014
It was sad to leave Seattle and the vacation, but whatever. We flew back home. None much else.

Anyway it's been obvious these FRs haven't exactly been worthy of a true field report title. I am sorry for that. But I have decided to continue posting as often as possible or whenever appropriate so as to continue documenting everything (consider this a journal) and so that, whenever I'm back in the true field, there will be no need for a reemergence. I have also decided I'm warranted to continue posting as, whenever I browse the majority of other FRs, I see a similarity in that the "PUAs" who write them enjoy documenting their daily progress in only speaking to women and only occasionally have something to share that will actually excite their readers (see any non-Stickied FR on here to see what I mean). Since this is the case, I suppose my FRs fit in cozily with many others among this forum. I might as well, too, provide any sort of advice, or even just an opinion, regarding game/PU. I've been planning on approaching an explanation of game from my stance but haven't had the time to complete a full writeup as of yet. Stay tuned.

Friday, September 5, 2014
So it turns out pFAc's surprise for me was a trip to Vegas to see Kendrick Lamar in concert. She and her sister picked me up after school, and we headed out. We got to Vegas around 11 p.m. pFAc and I drank and went out for the night. Her sister went to sleep. Nothing much happened. I opened a fourset at a casino while pFAc was in the bathroom. They were fairly receptive. I could have pulled at least a K but pFAc came out of the bathroom and introduced herself as my wife. What a cockblock. She got a little mad at me, but I played that shit off. We went back to the hotel around 3 and fucked on the living room floor and couch. Shit was hot. Too bad her cute-ass sister didn't join in on the fun.

saturday, september 6, 2014
woke up around noon, cuddling pfac's soft ass. got up, got ready, and went to grab breakfast. i talked to both girls a little, but shit is definitely a lot more quiet having the sister around. pfac and her entire fucking family are soooooooooo quiet. product of growing up on a farm. went shopping after eating so that i could buy a shirt for the concert later on in the evening. then we went back to the telly to get ready around 5. we all took a shot. pfac and i continued to drink. the sister wanted to be boring. she started talking a little more.

cabbie picked us up and dropped us off at the cosmopolitan where the concert was being held. we waited in line for an hour. it would have been so easy to game at the concert. gahhhhhhh. we finally got in and went to the front of the crowd. i bounced from the girls a little while after being inside to get drinks. i got opened by a twoset at the bar. they weren't that good though, and i wasn't about to game those bitches when i was with wifey.

kevin hart hosted the event. keri hilson's bitchass was the opening act. gah. she's been reduced to an opening act. weak. kendrick finally came the fuck on stage and rocked that motherfucker. it was pretty dope seeing the dude. pfac and i vibed the whole time. there was mad weed throughout the open air. pfac's sister went to the bathroom to throw up. off of one shot! ??????

after the concert, we went back to the telly to drop off the sister. she's only 19 so she couldn't get in anywhere. pfac and i mobbed out. i wanted to go to a club, like drai's or something. but pfac was being kinda lazy so we just posted up in a casino and drank and talked. it was nice talking to her. she's absolutely in love with the god, all talking about wanting to move in together and shit. awwwww, she's so adorable. we ate, then bounced out to sit on the ramp to the casino where we had sat when i dropped the whole joking, "what if we got married here?" two months ago. we drank some more, then caught a cab back to the telly to bang it out and sleep.