To: Heinrik Hiramatsu;6:30am

yo bro.

no idea what happened last night. ended up somewhere, got fucked up, and woke up this morning in my underwear and a tie. no hot chicks next to me, unfortunately. no hangover either. i got blessed and cursed genes like that. had one hour to get to a small business meeting in downtown, so no shower for me, just aromatic shaving gel and whitening winterfresh gum.

this first week of April, which i have dubbed hell month, has already kicked my ass. i haven’t really eaten or slept because all i do is meetings, meetings, phone conferences, working, meetings, bank deposits, withdrawals, writing checks, e-mailing, researching, meetings, working, talking, talking, talking, meeting, working. and i don’t even make a lot of money. it’s all preperatory for the millions soon to follow. these bags under my eyes have their own bags with bags.

and that was just since monday this week.

so last night i decided to blow off some steam. my coworkers here at the “office” oft times go out on thursday to talk about “office business”. meaning, get shit faced drunk and talk shit about work and drive home irresponsibly. and last night was a particularly irresponsible one.

i don’t remember much. i remember the club we went to reminded me of a mexican restaurant in k-town. i remember it was crowded. i remember taking pictures. i remember lighting a cigarette backwards but still smoking it. i remember a group of girls sitting next to us. i remember jason yap hitting my back very, very hard. i remember talking in thai. i remember wanting to fight.

and that was it. that’s all i can piece together.

now it’s back to the, not so much of a grind, but more of a mortar and brick laying.

here’s to not only the chase of the Undeniable, but for the paving of the streets.

cheers, bro.