I didn't want to come home

Very rarely, well never have I left my sweet little life in Brooklyn on a trip and wasn't happy to come home. Didn't practically kiss the piss infected streets of NYC upon my arrival, or frankly just didn't want to leave a place.

Then this weekend happened. I went to Charlotte, NC. To visit my cousin Mark (what's up MARK?!?!)

Now yes you might say, WTF? really? You didn't want to leave Charlotte? Yea thats right I didn't want to leave.

Why? Well, it was nice. And not nice like a puppy is nice. Nice in the sense that I could live there. Me, the one who would swear up and down I would never leave Brooklyn would live there.

Its clean, its pretty. God damn the air is fucking amazing. And the people, well at least the people I met were fun, cool, dished out no drama whatsoever and just good down to earth people. People that become your friends but are really family.

And fuck its mid November and 75 degrees. I should have brought my bathing suit to work on my tan. You know my skinny ass hates the cold.

So a quick little shout out to everyone I met this weekend: Darryl, Mike, Alex (mmmmmm) and his brother Mike, first Mike's cousin (I forget his name, hey I was wasted Friday night) David (I think that was his name, ha!) Melissa, Camille, everyone I met at Fairview grill. Ya'll are good people, take care of my cousin while i'm gone.

The only drawback? The water, oh jesus christ the water sucks huge dick (and speaking of...well thats a story for another time) I had to boil the water just to drink it, I think they get it from Mexico or something.

And thats the last nice post you will get out of me.