[day 2 at the show]

almost out this bitch.

so i'm in a car with mr betes. this guy makes so much noise breathing, snorting, i dont know what the fuck he's doing. but he's snoring while he's awake or something. like i can't tell him to shut up cause he's not saying anything. this guy is so lazy.
how lazy is he?
we're in the car and he needs to go to the atm to go to the machine. theres a guy at the machine, and one person in line. does he stand outside in line? nope. waits in the car. and another person gets in line. and another. "i'll just wait till it dies down."
MOTHERFUCKEr. FINALLY, they all leave and he goes to the machine.
laziness to the MAX.

so at the conference i bump into my man mean gene again. the short chubby bald guy who drew a penis on my legal pad yesterday.
mean gene: hey man i received a pacakage from my mom.
me: oh really? thats cool.
mean gene: she sent me some of my old baby pictures.
me: wow really?

i started to think...oh man. is she dying? she wanted to send him stuff cause she might not be able to?i felt real bad.

mean gene: wanna see one?
me: sure

he opens up his wallet. its a black and white wallet size picture. a picture of his current face, photoshopped on a baby. sigh.
with a giant.
penis.
taking up the whole picture.
mean gene: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
me: ha....ha...
mean gene: as you can see, i never had trouble getting a girlfriend.

MAN what is UP with this guy!!! NO exaggeration i promise. the weirdest part? this means he's been carrying the picture in his wallet.
but he is a nice guy. he did ask me if i wanted to join him in smoking a cuban. i was like oh man that would be cool...but i was afraid its a joke and it would be some kind of penis cigar or something.