Phantom

Shit hits the fan sometimes, and sometimes that shit misses the fan completely and hits you in the face. Kind of like when your eating a banana and the peel keeps sliding down and slapping you in the grill. It sucks. It's unfair. It's frustrating. It's life. Sometimes it can be really sweet. Carpe Diem my friends. A bit cliched, but few truer words were ever spoken. Respect your fellow man. Learn. When life comes a peel slappin' just slap it right back. Don't waste your gifts.

On a lighter note, I'll be escorting Dave Hyde to the BC/Clemson game this evening. Should be sweet. According to Dave we have some pretty word seats, so I'm amped. 

Last night was Bob Marley Night at East Coast Grille. 9 Fulkersons made an appearance and got the VIP treatment thanks to our man McDoo on the grill. Bomb food. I got the whole Red Snapper. We all split some apps and crushed Red Stripe. Sweet, chill atmosphere which is really awesome for a higher scale joint. The waiter told us we could smoke weed in the bathroom... jury is still split on whether or not he was serious... Mad duckets were dropped. Worth it.