Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

First of all, I really don’t like going to strip clubs.

Being in a dark room with a naked girl dancing in front of me isn’t appealing anymore. It’s the sad realization that the girl is only messing with me for my money. I don’t know how some people can keep going back to be lied to like that.

Anyways, I ended up at a Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club with my homeboys Walter and Stephen. They’re usually there on Sundays cause it’s free happy hour drinks/food from 8pm to Midnight. I haven’t seen them for a while now and wanted to get out the house, so I tagged along with them.

The night started off decent. Kept knocking back Crown Apple + 7up, plus plenty of some citrus vodka shots. Homeboys also ate the in-house pizza (Although it was free, I didn’t trust it, plus carbs).

Kept drinking and started getting past the point of no return at some side bar. Then this one stripper “falls” into my lap. We go through the whole introduction process, I say I’m from The Bay and she’s from LA. She notices my SF Giants lanyard, and then she starts talking about the “Los Doyers” (Her words not mine). Now the conversation is back and forth banter bout our baseball rivalry and she seems to know her stuff too. Everything seems cool til we’re interrupted by the DJ calling her to the dance floor, so before she leaves she tells me her stripper name (not going to say it). I watch her go, and my homeboys come over to give me a pep talk bout getting at her (all really bad advice).

Me and my boys ordered more drinks, talked more shit to each other, and then out of nowhere she returns and my homeboys leave. We resumed our baseball talk, and then it moved into stuff we like. We’re taking turns “buying” drinks (tipping the bartender), and then she asks if I want to buy her a dance. I know she’s been working on me for that setup, and yeah I may have been drunk but it still wasn’t enough for me to give in and so I politely declined. She leaves again, and now it’s just me and my homeboys back to drinking.

After awhile, happy hour is over. The drinks we were ordering turned into their full price at $30 per, so we stopped. We’re getting ready to go, so I leave to take a piss, and coming out the bathroom, I see “Los Doyers”, and she’s bout to get on the dance floor. She sees me, grabs my arm, and asks me to watch. She’s going through all the dance motions, and I throw some 1’s at her. Afterwards, she sits on me, and begs for a lap dance. I’m hella drunk, and decided in my head “Meh, what’s another $20”.

She takes me to a back table and starts grinding on me hella hard, and then I stop her. Really, the only thing I wanted from her was to sit, chill, and just stare at her (She’s beautiful, and I’m drunk). She’s on me, and we’re just chilling… THEN out of nowhere she tells me her real name AND all the personal problems that she’s going through, and I mean spilling EVERYTHING to me.

She goes “Why can’t I make money as the other girls, is it because I’m ugly or something”, and then proceeds to point out at the different girls around and tells me how much each one makes a night… Then she’s starts crying and telling me her heroin problem! What the fuck?!?! Her crying goes from misty tears to full on ugly Niagara Falls type tears. It’s such a noticeable display that a random dude came over, and handed her some napkins, while looking at me like “Why you making her cry for?”. I’m just so glad he didn’t step in and try to play hero… I tried to comfort her the best I could but she tells me not to touch her. She then gets off of me and the DJ calls for her again to get on stage, I try to hand her my $20 and she refuses at first. I kept insisting, and eventually takes the money (reluctantly).

She starts dancing on stage, and another stripper joins her. She’s good at hiding the tears, and the her appearance/mood goes back to being like she was never crying but just “flirty” with other customers. After the song, she disappears, and her friend starts talking to me. I ask her friend to text her my number (she does). The friend leaves, my homeboys sit next to me asking if I’m ready to leave and before I say “yes” we get kicked out. It’s not because of me, it’s because one of my homeboys (who shall not be named) rubbed some girl’s cooter on another stage and she didn’t like that so she told security.

Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do if she called me. Also I’m good off of strip clubs for awhile, even if there’s free alcohol/food. Only good thing I can mention is that I spent less than I did the last time I went to a strip club (see here). I spent $40 at hustler, and $10 at Dennys. Sunday had me feeling all types of weird.

San Diego Bound.

In about 2 hours I’m bout to head out to San Diego with the family for a week.

One of my Mom’s sisters has Alzheimer’s disease. She’s been in San Diego for about a month or so, and before that she was in Samoa. So while she’s in the states I’m pretty sure all the brothers and sisters are going to come through to help out and all catch up with each other. I smell a mini reunion is about to happen.

I haven’t had a job in awhile, and I hate to be traveling places without cash. It just sucks that when I do have a job, I’ll have money to spend but can never get any time off. It’s true, now that I think of it. I’ve never took vacation (Or wasn’t allowed to) at any of my full time jobs. At my next job before I’m about to be hired, I think I’ll let them know that I’m a guy who likes to take vacation.

Also I’ve been thinking that I might backpack someplace before I’m 30. I’m serious about doing it too.

Well, I haven’t packed yet for the trip, so I better get to it.

Almost Free.

This is me handling my debt.

So I finally talked to my last debt collector and we settled on paying $1800 from the original debt of $4300. I know damn well I didn’t spend anywhere near the original amount, and that it’s all fees and shit added up over time which was basically pure profit for Citigroup. Anyways, in January all debts will be over with and I’ll be able to start saving money for myself .

In other news, The Walking Dead season finale is this Sunday, and it might be the very last watch party I’ll throw.. Maybe next season someone else to host? I know that it’s going to be a full season so maybe multiple hosts? We’ll find out.

Money Collecting Goons.

"Please Mr. Falo give me a moment of your time..."

So Citibank sent my shit to the collection and all of the operators I’ve spoken to are fuckin’ stupid.

You see when they called me I was busy at work. I asked for their information so I could write it down and call them back but they kept trying to wheel-and-deal over the phone which I couldn’t do at the moment. I kept asking for the number and the extension number but the damn Punjabi bitch kept trying to deal over the phone saying “Mr. Falo I can lower what you owe by 30% if you can pay it all off now” (Which I can’t!)… I asked again for the number, and she said “Mr. Falo, just give me a minute of your time and I can NOW lower it by 40%! Again, if you can pay it all off now”… I said “I can’t make one payment and that I’m willing to make payment arrangements but I can’t talk about all this now because I’m at work, WORKING!”

Now she started getting mad, and I was getting worked up. The fucking thing that gets me is that I’m saying I’m willing to talk and make payment arrangements and this bitch on the line is getting frustrated at me cause I’m not willing to pay it all off at $3000. I wish I had that much saved up cause then I’d pay’em off so I don’t have to hear their shit anymore..

I did get to calling them back and was transferred to a “supervisor”. He was saying the same scripted “30%-40%” bullshit. I told’em I’ll make payment arrangements and again he was shooting for one lump payment deals. I said “No, I can’t do that, I can only do $200 a month”.

The guy said “Fine, how are you going to pay that with a mastercard or visa”
I said “What? I don’t have any credit cards, I’m going to send in a check”
“Well I need the routing and account number now”
“Why do you need all that information? Give me an address to send the check to”
“I need confirmation”
“Well I don’t have that information now..”
“Well Mr Falo, I can’t do anything without that info”
“I’ll call you back again”

After questioning him on why he needs my information..  I need to discuss some things with my “peoples”.. Making payment arrangements over the phone with people of what Indian/British accents doesn’t sound legit as of now.. Sounds almost like an email scam about some guy with hella money in a bank account and needing your help to transfer it your account it get it out because something is wrong with his acct.

I’ll fill you in when more develops…

Birthday Bingo…

This is just a small update from when I went to bingo but not the actual big update from my birthday outing…


The next update should be all the photos from my digital camera… I’m also going to try harder to make more updates.. I promise.. This is the Samoan-Ninja signing off… LAtEZ.