Apologies. I was so busy being fucking mad at you guys for not commenting my journals that I forgot to includ certain details about my weekend, like when I got thrown out of LAX on my ass for suspicion of ass kicking. I didnt actually hit her i just got in her face to talk some shit if the situation required shit talk. So I went to hyde etc etc came on face etc etc.
This dudes code name is Mr Pussy.
whatever.
Monday night I go back to hyde and theres viking Last I heard from viking he was about to pass out on the freezing streets of Las Vegas and die "bon scott" style then he stopped answering his phone. So im like okay....hes dead.
but he was at hyde! looking alive wearing a womens blouse and having bouncy and vibrant hair and a tattoo of a bat on his face.