Goodbye Your Ballerness

After one of the most baller-ass sending off parties of all time, I'm back in Asia doin' hood rat stuff with all my friends. Here on the 13th floor of a high rise in Central Business District, I'm fighting with all my might the desire to pass out from jet lag.

I took a brief step outside to take a break, but immediately returned to the air-conditioned haven of a nearby arcade as the extreme humidity coupled with the confusion of my internal body clock had me feeling like I just inhaled Hades' shower mist.

Anyway, here some pictures of the sending off party...

My friend Nicki doing her best gangster-ass thug smilin'

Me and who-broke-the-ice Tino. CINCO HORAS DE ENERGIA!!!

Smoochie Boochies!

Brian tryin' to be like a mild-mannered Bruce Banner right before he HULK SMASHed 3 or 4 pitchers of Hoegarden.

Teaching mama Friedman how to thow up that WealthX gang sign.

almost there...

WEALTHX CLAN AINT NUTTIN TO FU** WIT!

I got a hundred dolla $ clip. I must be in NY.

this what happens when you drop out of model school.

me doin my gangster ass thug smilin' and Tino doin a "Va Fan Culo!"

Ivan reached around me and started caressing Josh's backside.