Servers for days nigga! hahaha that shit was actually pretty clean.
Mix's sexy theater while I get ready to do dirt on some COD. Prolly the best thing to do after a night of pounding the bottle pretty hard.
Yo whats good Tispe? heh
As you can see we didn't do much out in the Florida everglades where all the roads are called turnpikes and there are toll booths every 5 miles on the highway.
Mainly just popped bottles, drank henny, surfed the internets, played with servers, smashed out in the benz @ 120, and played COD in mix's theater.
Most of my trip actually consisted of something like this...
real exciting right? spent 10 hours in a plane on sunday night. i also learned that philadelphia is like the nignog capital of the world. every person that worked at the airport was black. i swear it has to be like the oakland, ca of the east coast. shit was fucking hilarious.
Shouts go out to my nigga anti (nigga is mad rude), krazy (we smoked them straight shards all night my meth brotha), mixizzle for letting me chill @ his pad (clean as fuck), smellerella (mander ladies is pimps too), sharon (shes gangster as fuck), and holla @ my nigga carson that kids a boss straight doin' kamikaze dives in the pool @ 2 years old not giving a fuck. A+
Somehow I found myself flying down I-5 in my 1992 Chevrolet Silverado breaking every traffic law in the book while I passed through Truckee, CA. I was on my journey to "the biggest little city in the world". Reno, Nevada.
It all started after a series of blunders and multiple evasive maneuvers to escape the clutches of a spouses family type gathering.
So I head out of town without calling anyone or having anything planned. Show up to 15 excuses and or non responses to my request for fun at any local hole in the wall bar for the evening (AKA bunch of lame asses with no $$).
Sitting in my truck staring at my cell phones contact list contemplating which persons house I'm going to raid on this cold Friday night. I come to the conclusion it's not looking good. It's going to end up anticlimactic and boring if I do anything in this town tonight.
So what do I do?
LOL!
From there I went on to get smammered every way imaginable. It was a most glorious weekend filled with cold nights sleeping in ski resort parking lots shivering until I awake to turn the car on for more hot air flowing from the vents at high velocity. To playing with cocktail waitresses cleavage in the middle of the casino and drinking 3 hennessy & cokes at a time for hours on end while losing all my money on the horse races. IE: figure 2.1 section 3 below.
Figure 2.1 Section 3:
The weekend only got better. As I was assigned the only room left in the sold out hotel in the luxurious Silvery Legacy Casino and Resort in Reno, Nevada. Which just so happened to be a top floor HANDICAPPED suite. You heard me correctly. A mother fucking handicap persons suite. Fully equipped with hand rails, huge door ways, great views, and a spacious bathroom.
And what kind of trip would it be without an arsenal of fully automatic weaponry?
Just check out those sweet AK's and AR15's waiting to be purchased by California residents at discount prices via the pawn shop right across the street from 12 different casinos. Go figure right? LOLOL! fucking degenerate gamblers must be more common than I had originally thought.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I left this fucking town with my pockets inside out too. hahahaaaa
The moral of this story is.... When all else fails drink massive amounts of imported spic beer and cognac, lose all your money via a casino sports book, play with titties, and last but not least enjoy yourself mayne.
After two months working in the steel industry, something I said I would never do again I've come to the conclusion the porn industry is dead.
Of course there are going to be a select few who continue to thrive. The micro niche fresh content sites will always make money thats a given. But the day of throwing up sites and making sales, rinse and repeat is dead.
I was just surfing GFY.com reading the first page of threads on the fucking around and program discussion forum. It's littered with threads ranging from "worse sales ever" to affiliate managers are no longer needed we only want "traffic managers" aka people who can generate traffic.
Basically the industry is becoming so tight they are cutting the fat (affiliate managers) and hiring the affiliates that can generate traffic to join their team and keep the traffic in house.
Yeah it's pretty rough in the streets at the moment. Not to mention the economy and cc processing across the board aren't worth the fuck anymore.
All the small time affiliates like myself have moved on and are regrouping in the mainstream market. The only survivors in the online porn game consist of big program owners, spammers, and 10-15 year old established traffic site owners. Even the ones in the last category have seen a huge hit in traffic/sales do to the vast amounts of free porn on the thousands of tube sites floating around on the internet today.
That being said I'm going to get back to my bottle of cognac and work on something worth my time. Hint: it's not porn.
This has been a very normally awkward weekend. Awkward in that I am completely hungover and that is the only word that describes my current mentality. Normal because it consisted of women, music, parties, drugs, and alcohol.
Rolling down to the coast in a filthy, musty, small death trap saturn in hopes of making small talk with beautiful women that leads to promiscuous sex at a college party. That is where my 23 year journey has led me this weekend. A young man participating in college party debauchery is exactly my style. It's where I fit in, I take to it like the seagulls to fresh cool ocean air. It's refreshing.
