I took some vacation days to get away from my office before I killed someone (co-workers & customers are safe for now). I planned to just take it easy & clean up obaasan's crib a little before she comes back home at the end of the month.
The photographer I work for part time called me & said that he had a gig for me Sunday & after pondering it a moment I concluded that I could use the extra cash. The photographer's gig is really nice as it pays really really well. I don't particularly like being bossed around by a diva hot shot cameraman but when I get my pay Tsuji shuts the fuck up straight away mate.
After the gigs my boss usually treats for food & drinks after I get paid, the nice thing is I get paid after each gig, that in itself is awesome. We had a pretty big problem though, it was Sunday night! Where could two guys hang out on a Sunday night to slam a few rounds of brew & shoot the shit for awhile? It turns out the only place that was open was a place called The Bistro.
Backstory:
Now I don't like The Bistro at all. The owner is a prick. The owner is an old Filipino guy that does not like me for some reason. He is not a very nice guy & it amazes me that someone like that could own such a successful business, then again I take that back, see the Filipino community here are fiercely loyal to The Bistro, so he can be a dick all he wants to whoever he wants & it's ok because he still makes his money. I have a lot of friends that go to The Bistro & for the most part we go, eat, drink & we leave that shithole, done deal we all go home satisfied. But one hot summer night Charlemagne & I were cleaning out his NSX that he wrecked & sipping on Steel Reserve tall cans. After awhile we became wicked hungry & drunk. The only spot that was open that late was The Bistro, now Charlemagne was cool with the owner guy so I figured no problems today but I was wrong. See mother fuckers are always going in there with flip flops tank tops & what not & he never sweats them but I walk in wearing a Lakers jersey & yes it appeared a thug had just entered the building. It is pretty nuts if you see me back then I was rocking the clean shaven baldy bam! Tsuji's up in this piece with the old E tatts & all. The thing is I NEVER did anything to that owner guy, never caused a ruckus or anything but he just doesn't like me. Me & Charlemagne walk in & sit down ready to order some beef nilaga (the perfect cure for a hang over) when owner dude walks over & tells me to get out! WTF??? There were 3 people in that mother fucker on a Wednesday night & we were ready to drop some major coin in that bitch but he tells me to get out! Fuck you then man you don't want this money? Peace bitches! No I did not say that, instead we just got up & I looked him in the eye, grinned & smirked & left. NO trouble from Tsuji. It's a fucked up situation because we do end up there from time to time & most of the time no problems, hell he even forgot it was me when I grew my hair out. I thought the days of me being hated by the owner dude were over, but last night Charlemagne opened a brand new chapter!
Now we roll up to The Bistro & it's got a few people in there not bad for a Sunday. We get seated & order a couple rounds while snacking on lumpia. Since my buddy Charlemagne lives down the street from The Bistro I called him up to join us. I hadn't seen him in a few months & wanted to catch up. Charlemagne is a character & he is full of surprises. He is very entertaining to listen to & watch. A few minutes after calling him he pulls up in an immaculate M series BMW. HOLY SHIT. Ever since I've known Charlemagne he has always had nice cars. He refuses to roll around in a fucked up car. Even when I first met his ass in High School he was rolling around in a BMW. Keep in mind he also has an
NSX (see first comment, that's Charlemagne's NSX!) in his garage.
Moving on, that was surprise number 1 for the evening. So we start out with Charlemagne telling us about his ride but I immediately get alarmed because in the span of 20 minutes C had taken four shots to the face, of wiskey I guess, chasing it with a beer. He starts to get really boligerant harrassing the waitress a bit. C respects me as a friend so I tell him to chill but he doesn't. He orders beef nilaga & starts to get really loud, OH BOY! we were only there for maybe an hour & a half or so & he downs 8 shots & 2 beers. I made the call & told him we were leaving. He is trying to eat his nilaga but he is so shitfaced drunk his face is IN THE BOWL. C has nilaga all over his face then he decides it's best for him to pick up the bowl & drink from it but instead he ends up dumping the shit in his lap! OMG. It was funny for about 1 minute then owner dude starts mean mugging me. WHAT DID I DO! C starts to yell out how much money he makes & that the M series in the front is his commuter car & that last month alone he made $20,000?????????? Holy Shit! It's time to leave. Keep in mind he's doing this while he has nilaga all over his face, shirt, & pants. Goddamn that shit was funny but EMBARRASSING. I love C like a brother & if anyone is going to inflict justice for what is going down it's me not owner dude, owner dude will get fucked up by a Tsuji right cross if he tried touching C. Besides I recognized the situation & knew it was time to leave. I pick up C & we walk out, I dig in his pockets for his keys & think to myself oh yeah me behind the wheel of this BMW!!!!! No I wasn't trying to cop a feel on C but I had to get his keys, this fool had a G in his pocket! I guess he wasn't lying when he was yelling at the top of his lungs that he was ballin' outta control making crazy money.
I get C in the passenger seat & we take off towards his house & I must say that if you have the means to purchase a BMW please do as they are so choice! Marky followed in my XTERRA. When we get to C's house C starts talking about how right before he hooked up with us he was banging this hot white chick he met from Craigslist he advised that it only cost $300 U.S. to bone her. Marky & I just laughed at him as he was just being himself & entertaining us to death. Then C goes man I'm drunk & I need some pussy! I go man it's Sunday, actually Monday morning, nobody's gonna drive from the city to come serve you bro. C wouldn't leave it alone he kept screaming about how he wanted to blow his load in a white bitch's mouth (I shit you not, it was fricken hilarious). Marky & I pointed out that he probably had a better chance going to Tokyo Massage. Now C had a blank look on his face, I asked don't tell me you've never been to Tokyo Massage.
Backstory:
One thing you have to realize about C is that he is a whoremonger. You look up whoremonger in the dictionary & there's a picture of C with a shit eating grin on his face! One time I went with C to pick his mom up from the San Francisco airport & we were late because this asshole wanted to make a detour into San Francisco to get some action at Golden Flower. This man is a pro. Actually I can't judge because I have been known to do my thing every now & then but if you ask me you have a problem if you go to a whore house every weekend & blow $300 to $400 a pop.
(It's not like any of us have a problem getting pussy but it's just that C is a sex fiend. In my case I just don't have the time or patience to deal with these girl's games. I'm a busy dude & when the urge comes up hey I just might cater to some lady of the night's hustle, it beats having to spend the whole evening with a chick you're not really interested in, take care of business then BAM you're on your way.) That's the reason why I could not believe that C had NEVER been to Tokyo Massage.
Opening that can of worms was my damned fault, then for the next 20 minutes he would not shut up about Tokyo Massage. Please take me I NEED PUSSY! We gave in after he told us the whole night was on him & we all could get a, uh...massage on his dime.
OK so we're on our way to Tokyo Massage keep in mind that C still has nilaga on his face & pants from earler. I told him to at least change his shirt. Oh yeah & he had black shit all over his face because he was showing off the NSX to Marky who had never seen it before. So C was touching the rims & stuff & got oil on his hands & he kept touching his face. I kept telling him he had shit on his face but he wouldn't listen he was too drunk. I was quite impressed at the fact that C wasn't throwing up or passed out by now because I would have been gone if I had drank what he had.
Thank God Tokyo Massage was closed, as it was a blessing in disguise (we didn't need to do that). We hightailed it back to C's house but he throws his money down on the table & is like ok let's call someone from eros.com to come serve us. He must've called 6 girl's & only two pick up. He finally got someone to drive from the city to serve him & Marky & I decided that that was our signal to leave. C kept asking c'mon where are you guys going?
Too much fun for one night. I'm too old for this shit. I swear to you this happened. All I wanted to do was have a couple of beers & I ending up getting into a drunken BMW sex industry adventure thingy.
It took alot out of me so you guys may not see me for a couple days hehe.