Stupid dating

I hate going on dates with that girl Meshell. Why is she always complaining. Are you kidding me? What is she looking at. I'm no Vlad Pitt but I'm pretty good you know. Anyway I like hanging out with my cousin much better. At least we have fun, get drunk and talk trash. Last night we went to the worst magic show and juggling act I've seen since the Warsaw circus. Terrible.

On the plus side I'm making lots of money doing stuff for my new friends Brucie and Playboy X. That Brucie is one crazy guy. He needs to calm down before his head explodes. But he's fun enough though. Yesterday he had me steal this car but forgot to tell me I was going to get in a shootout to get it. What a crackpot. Oh well that's life in the city. Dwayne wants to talk to me about something. He don't sound so good though. Maybe I'll take a helicpoter tour before I go see him.
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Shooting people at a construction site is hard. All of these crazy Italian guys were trying to shoot me. How do they know I'm Polish? I don't like that Playboy X for getting me into this but he did pay me lots of money. He's alright I guess. I like his place. I hope I can get a better place than the one Roman found for us in Bohan. What a dump! And that Michelle. Enough already. I spend $1,000 on pants and she hatesn my car. Man -- these American women are crazy. And since when is driving through the ariport runway make me a terrorist. These cops are too sensistive. Anyway I'm going to go play some darts. Maybe I'll write some more later.
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