P.S. DOUCHE ALERT

It's my habit to see the sun set on the ocean. So after dinner I put on some Denim, thigh high black boots and my moto jacket and headed out. I stopped by the front desk to ask where I could stir up a little shit and got the locale of a couple of pubs. I maybe got 200 yards outside and the douche found me!

He wanted to know what I was up to and where I was headed. He asked for my phone number but I told him I don't give my number to playas (well, I did to one, but my radar was busted). So he wanted to know what bar I was gonna drink at so he could buy me a drink. I told him I didn't know. And he asked how he could do it if I didn't tell him which one. I told him "if you find me, you can buy me a drink. He headed home for some long pants (wuss).

So the trick will be to get my beer on and get back without him finding me dammit!

This wasn't how I planned my Sunday evening. I'll keep ya updated.