TendrillaR.I.P: Price: Dignity.

Check it fools!

it's totally real to! See for yourself!

http://imdb.com/name/nm2462516/

Man, how cool is that.

I know it's not much at all. But it's a start right?

Soon enough the titles of my films will be up there along with my name. I bet you can google it too!

........

No, no I guess not. That's too bad.

Well shit!

This has been some weekend. Let me tell you.

So last night, my friends and I went to the bar. At one point we had a freestyle circle going and I spit some of the illest verses of my career (you think i'm joking). I drank a free beer(Thanks Marky) and smoked two cigarettes (way to fast) then got sick to my stomach! My body had a lot of unwanted contents it was letting me know about.

Then I had to poop! It was dire and they don't like when you do that at the bar. I had Matty run interference so noone opened the door to see my dirty deed. I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the trash can, set it in front of me, dropped my pants and sat. Both ends of my body had something to say and I wasn't ready. Matty wasn't quick enough to ward off the boozers and some assfuck caught a glimps of my morning glory. He called me an asshole and yelled out to the entire bar that some guy was taking a shit in this one toilet bathroom. But, I had to go! When I saw his face poke in I said "Sorry dude, gotta do it!" (Haha, that's kind of funny). Luckily, I didn't have to vomit, but still felt like I should prepare to. I made bread with haste and got the fuck out.

I still felt awful and decided that fresh air would soothe my sickly state. On my way out of the bar, the white noise kicked in and I could barely stand. The door man had to prop me up and escort me outside. Matty followed. I was directed to puke in a snow covered bush and ONLY the bush. My knees buckled and fell to my butt on the sidewalk. I could feel the snow melting through my pants seat as I sat.

Now, here's where I thought I might die. I don't know if you've tried to fight back vomit that must come out. But I do it anytime this happens. It happens to be one of the most painful things I've had to endure. You feel the pressing on your chest and your asophagus restricts attempting to force out the badness. I'm a stubborn fool and will not let my own body defeat me. So I hold that shit in! I fight, tightening my face, doing my best to breath in a way I read about in the introduction to some taoist meditation book I can't remember the name of. God! The pain.

But it passes and I prop my sorry as up next to the building. Continuing to breathe. Matty is at my side for most of this. He asks in a very concerned voice if I'm okay. Unsure I answer "Of course, i'm fine." Teeny somehow, like an angel, appears outside and comforts me, asking what she can do to help.

At this point i'm deep into Taoist breathig exercises, that I kind of remember, mostly forgot. Then after a few moments of intense "in with the good air, out with the bad", I snap out of it. I feel fine, if not great. I stand and let them know i'm fine and answer a question matty asked me about before I appeared to start transforming into the wolfman. I answered,"It's a cover of an old Circle Jerk's song."

After I convinced the doorman I was alright. And declined his offer of some kind of coffee they had there at the bar. We went back inside and I talked and acted as normal, as if nothing happened. It was so weird. After all that I just felt tired. Like, the event was so taxing on my body it had to get some rest. Of course it didn't, not right away anyhow. We stayed a little while longer. I even danced around like a jerk for a bit.

So...there's that. Hope you have as much fun with it as I did.

Lets see what's in the funnypages: