Here's how my Tuesday started. I wake up, eat breakfast, and take a shower. One more step until I go to the office... make lunch. So I got a new turkey package in my hand, and the seam won't open. Simple solution, use a knife to open this shit. A sandwich must be made! Oh snap the knife I used betrayed me and sliced my finger open! Worst cut I've suffered life time. I know I'm not a bitch or anything, but I alerted the sleeping Joe Harris that I may or may not need a ride to the local medicine man (i.e. emergency room). Ten minutes later, I get the bleeding to stop and I'm on my way to work with a napkin tunicate. Buy some band aides on the way to work, show up late... lame... 

Mad broken ATMs everywhere in Hollywood so I can't buy lu

nch. Don't want to use debit card, and need cash. Opt for coffee lunch. Free Starbucks FTW! Typical LA grind on the way home, and I have to piss mad bad once I get in the grind... lame. So granted, bad start.

Obama wins. Celts win. I win. Here we go. Hopefully our new president doesn't turn out to be an alien or some shit. Yes we can!

Also of note. The security guard at Henson who I talk hoops with is a Rockets fan (discovered after wearing my Pierce jersey and he gave me a positive response rather then the typical LA garbage v. The Truth). I may have just lost my only hoops connect in LA... worth it.