Neighbor's gone. Moved out in the night...sneaky little shit. Oh well. So I signed up (everyone says finally) for messenger...when did it become fuckbook? Not complaining but holy shit, every two seconds some young hottie is on the line and get's my phone number and you know what comes next. Problem is I have met a girl I really like...does modeling at import car shows, Daytona, Miami (Homestead) Speedway events, so she's smoking hot but travels a lot. She wants a relationship, and God help me I do too...WTF? When did I develop feelings? My buddies don't even know how to respond (except my best friend Sgt. Milk, who married his high school sweetheart 27 years ago, who says that I'm too good a man to not have one good woman) but it's not going to be easy. I need time to think about this...take the chance and maybe be with the right one, or do what I always do and take the safe single guy road. Only thing on this earth that scares me. Vulnerability.

Neighbor's being an ass as usual, funny when I walk outside and ask him to come see what he's made of he won't...ever. Calls cops and complains about my music and says it's too loud, they say it's not. Pussy ass douche. Too bad he's a coward not a man. Oh well. His time will come, it always does. Work hard, play hard, fuck, and fight (and fuck assholes up). I don't start fights, I finish them. Then I need a long night with a hot honey. The great things in life.