Yesterday, the stars aligned, good and evil were in a bitter stalemate, and everything was beautiful. I'm speaking, of course, of the Apartment 206 Summer Tennis League. The boys and I went to LA Valley College tennis courts and waged war on each other for about two hours of brutal tennis (or about as brutal as one could feel wearing high shorts and holding a racquet) I would be lying if I said it wasn't the sweetest thing I've done in a long time. I whipped up on the Juice and Blade Miracle, and played Ryan for the crown (note Kuhns was not mentioned due to the fact that he isn't good at all and was defeated in the first round of Tourney play) When the dust cleared, not only did I beat Norris in straight sets, but he also go mouthy and conned me into a double or nothing scenario where I cleaned his clock yet another time. Some children just need to be punished.
I still live on the couch which does suck, but I've been sleeping well so I can't complain about that. The living quarters are yet a bit on the side of cramped, but we're all having a good time thus far (thank you Reno 911!)
Last night as I drove through Beverly Hills and onto the sunset strip, I saw my first Ferrari, my first Hooker, and my first drug pusher. Oh what a town. I'm going to go look for a job today. I don't really know where, but I'm going to go look anyway. I'm going to hope for the worst, that way everything will look like a success.
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