the last few days have been quite eventful. i got all excited to go see why? in Oakland. Ive been looking for a good show to attend since i got here. so, when i saw that why? was playing i jumped on it, and the last time i saw him was at his yard sale last summer. i get dressed and im out the door on a solo mission into the great unknown. i get on the train (B.A.R.T.) and arrive in the the seemingly abandoned Oakland downtown. i don’t want to seem racist but Oakland is basically filled with nothing but black people. i search for this bar that my uncles told me of before i left. van cleef’s cafe was the name of the establishment.
     i was told of this drink that they make and they are known for it. its called a gray hound. oh man just saying that word kind of makes me sick. i posted a picture of it. with all seriousness it was the best mixed drink that ive ever drunken. its so simple to its just vodka and grapefruit juice. side note!:(ever since i over did it in high school with vodka I’ve had a bad relationship with it. i hated it. just smelling it made me quiver i fucking hated vodka. so coming up north i didn’t know that i would be living in a wine and vodka household. so over the past week and a half, lets just say that its grown on me.) i guess the thing that makes it so good it that they freshly squeeze the juice right there in front of you. its a small slice of heaven. so i sit at he bar and have a gander around. it was a dark murky bar and the walls were covered in novelty items from way back. you know the classic stuff: moose heads, sad clown statues, and weird ash trays. after getting to know my surroundings i ordered a drink. the bar tender was tall and pale with dark hair. “what you’ll be having” she asked me. ill have a gray hound i told her. she looked me up and down the subtly rolled her eyes. i feel that my baby face ruins some bar adventures. the bar tender mumbling under her breath “youngyuns youngyuns” she brought me my drink “that’ll be seven dollars” i handed her a ten. i look at the concoction it was a small class and it had a giant piece of grapefruit on it.
    i was sitting to a short, chubby Mexican fellow. he notice that i ordered the greyhound as he did. “these are the best greyhounds on the west coast he shouted to me.” i told him that it was my first and i had fallen in love. i introduced myself and he said his man was Jesse Sandoval. “what’s your story Nicholas?”
He asked. I kept it short knowing that I was in the unforgiving streets of Oakland. “im from Los Angeles, I just moved here to attend school in the fall.” “School?” he said looking at me with a puzzled “what are you going to school for?” I told him that I really enjoy writing and that I would probably go for journalism. “Writing huh?” he grunted. “I  wrote a book once. Its about my sex addiction and how I overcame it. don’t get me wrong I still love pussy. I just have to control myself.” “ill never publish it” he said “I just sits in my office and collects dust.” I asked him what he did for work to change subjects fearing he was coming on to me. “what do I do for work? Well I work for a porn company in S.F.”. he then began to tell me where his building was and that it use to be and armory. “yeah, now we just make porn there. Gay, straight, fetish stuff you know the works.” I laughed as it all came together. He worked for a porn company and he just so happened to be addicted to sex. The odds were working against this guy for sure. I had about five more drinks and then I bid the bar, the bitchy bartender and Jesse Sandoval ado.
    I then stumbled to the club to enjoy the show that I had been waiting for all day. I get to the door the man checks my id and stamps my hand. I proceeded to go inside the club where I had to speak with another man about my ticket. “My name is Nicholas Morales im on the roll call.” he searched his list up and down for a few minuets. “um, sorry bro your not on the list” he said. “how could that be?” I shouted. “I purchased my tickets online today I have my confirmation email” then I handed him my phone to check. “um sorry bro the show you bought tickets is for tomorrow night.” my heart sunk in embarrassment. Was I so excited that I got my dates completely wrong? Yes, yes I was. I walked away from the club with my head hanging low from the sense of stupidity. I walked to the train station and waited for my train.

   Fuck the grammar police!