Wednesday, June 4, 2014
After waking up after cuddling Girl I Used to Be In a Club With (I couldn't fuck her last night because there was another person staying in the hostel dorm), we headed out to do some sightseeing around SF. We drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, then checked out the Golden Gate Park and Lombard Street (the part where it winds all over the place). We headed out of SF around 2 and drove north toward Portland. We stopped for the night in Eugene, OR, a place that looks like it has no game. I wanted to check out SF more, but our main goal is to hit Seattle and the East Coast so we're traveling pretty fast through all the other cities. We got drunk in our hotel room in Eugene and banged. Then we cuddled.

Overall day: drove a lot again, got drunk, had sex. Peace.

Ok, just be careful for Eliot Rodgers there. Look out for black BMWs!

I think you made a good decision. Afterall, you can only stick your thing in one place at a time...

Thursday, June 5, 2014
Well, it's the Traveling PUA again here, greeting all my fellow players. I woke up today around 10 a.m. after a bomb-ass night of sleep in Eugene, OR. Showered, got ready, headed out with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. We stopped in Springfield, OR, to pick up some supplies. The town is the basis for the Springfield in The Simpsons. It did look pretty Simpsons-esque. After that, we crashed Portland. My god, guys, I must tell you, you need to check out Portland. The town is PIMP first of all; and, second of all, the hipster girls there are on fucking POINT! Hipsters tend to be fairly easy to game--they're not like the stuck-up bitches you meet at upscale bars--and they usually have something to talk about, even if the topics they talk about are fake as hell and annoying. But Portland's chill as fuck. EVERYONE's young! And the whole city looks like Halloween. I also like its bohemian style. It reminds me of a little neighborhood in New York. People dress cool. The girls are hot. There are fools smoking weed on the street and tripping on drugs I don't know the high of. VP fits right in. I was decked out in all black--black sweater, black skinny jeans, dirty-ass black-and-white Chucks, black bracelets up to mid-forearm, black necklace dangling all around my deck, black earrings, black hair fresh and on point. Shit fit right in. I musta looked cool as fuck. Hoes was turning they head at me and shit.

We got doughnuts at this famous place and then got ready to peace. After spending the day in Portland, we drove two-and-a-half hours north to Seattle. I had high expectations for Seattle, but, sadly, when we got there, the city was DEAD. Jesus. We went Downtown, and there was hardly any foot traffic. It was around 9 at the time on a Thursday night. I didn't see one line for a club or anything. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With said she wanted to walk around the UW campus so we headed there. I didn't give a fuck about checking out the campus. I just wanted to GAME. But we scoped the shit out. The library is dope, and the whole area has these chill-ass forested paths you can walk through. You could bang mad chicks in there.

We peaced out of the UW area and headed to a hotel room in Des Moines, WA, some suburb of Seattle. The city only has hostel apparently, and it was booked for the night. You suck, Seattle. We got drunk again in our hotel room again, watched Grey's Anatomy because Girl I Used to Be In a Club With wanted to show me Dr. Mark Sloan. She kept telling me we had to watch it because he reminds her of me so much. Dude is a player, I must say. G is g.

I am the Mark Sloan of game.

After finishing the episode, she started rubbing my D and asked what I wanted to do next. I said, "What would you like to do?" Just fucking with her. She said we could do what we always do. So we did what we always do and then we fell asleep. Awwwwwwwwww, how sweet. I want to get away from her though!!!!!!! Gah, I haven't gamed shit since being on this trip. I need to get to a bar or club SOON and score some Ks. Maybe I'll game some fucking roadhouse bar in Montana. Some real country bars. But Idk if they even listen to country up there or if that's more of a TX thing. Whatever. Soon as I get to Chicago and NY, I'm going rogue to check the scenes.

Overall day: as far as traveling goes, I would recommend gaming in Portland. Seriously! One of my friends used to live in Portland, and he said the nightlife isn't the hottest there, that it's more of a chill town. Idk if this is true or not because I wasn't there in the nighttime, but it looked like it would have a good scene. If not, the day would definitely be on point. The style in Portland is dope as fuck. Seattle blew my balls. The style there is very much boring and somewhat upscale. Don't like it. We'll see if it's better tomorrow. We're not planning on staying Friday night in Seattle, but instead planning on heading east. We want to get to the East Coast as soon as possible. Gahhhhhhh, unfortunately that means we're gonna have to stay our Friday night in Montana. WEAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!! Wherever you guys are at in the U.S., keep on the look out. VP coming a city near YOU.

Friday, June 6, 2014
D-Day. We woke up in Des Moines, WA, a suburb not far from Downtown Seattle. Got ready, scooped a giant spoon of peanut butter and chugged some milk in the hotel parking lot. Then we filled up the ice chest with ice and headed out to check the scene downtown. We parked my car on 2nd Ave. and Stewart and hiked down to Pike's Market. Really cool place. I was wrong about Seattle in my last FR. The place is REALLY nice. People are clean and look well-to-do. A MUCH different scene from Portland. I like both cities. I could see myself partying the fuck out of Portland while I'm young and growing old in Seattle. Good city to see a baseball game in.

We walked around Pike's Market for a few hours, checking out the restaurants and book shops. Me and my Dean Moriarty (Girl I Used to Be In a Club With). We looked at the waterfront and the gorgeous mountains across the lake. We stuck our pieces of gum on the Market Theater Gum Wall. The city is awesome. Shit feels like a Disney movie.

As we were walking back to the car, we passed a homeless dude at one intersection who had a sign that read, "I want a fat bitch." A nasty little obese thing in scrubs walked in front of us. As she passed, the dude tsked and said, "Ooh, a doctor!" Hahahahahahahahaha. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and I cracked the fuck up. I felt bad for the chick though. She didn't react but kept walking. Sorry, nasty little obese thing.

We got back to the car and ate sammiches we got from a grocery store. Then we peaced out of Downtown and went to find the Fremont Troll. Hell yeah! I've wanted to see that since first seeing 10 Things I Hate About You. My man JGL (Joseph Gordon-Levitt--I refer to him as JGL (pronounced "Jiggle")) sitting on it and contemplating his love affair. We got an oil change, bought a cassette tape adapter so that we could have music while crossing the "Dead Zone" (the area between Seattle and Minneapolis) and headed out of Seattle around 5 p.m.

I miss it.

We crossed eastern Washington, a HORRIBLE place--plain-ass fields with nothing to look at--through Spokane, an equally horrible place, then fled to Idaho. My 31st state. I drove through the Rocky Mountains at night on a head-to-head interstate (because there was road work). Deer blood spread all across the interstate. I didn't want to crash into one and have antlers tear me to shreds when the bitch came through the windshield. I have too much game in my future.

We got through the bulk of the Rocky Mountains and posted up in Missoula, Montana, the second biggest city in the state, with a population just under 60,000. Wow. The motel was quaint though. And quiet. We drank mixed drinks, listened to music, and banged the fuck out. We cuddled and fell asleep around 2 a.m.

Overall day: checked out the scene in Seattle (I feel like Seattle is Enso's city. The girls look extremely good-girl. Everyone in general seems very down-to-earth, clean, safe, educated, sophisticated, good. It's an upscale city for sure, and is honestly the cleanest big city I've been to in America. It's a city for PUAs who want to find quality good girls.); left Seattle and made our way through the beginning of the Dead Zone (Eastern WA is a bad place.); crossed the Rocky Mountains at night; booked a motel in Missoula, Montana; banged out Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, cuddled her, and fell asleep.

Saturday, June 7, 2014
Woke up in Missoula, Montana. Hit up a grocery store and restocked on water, bread, turkey, Sun Chips, and vodka (of course). The diet for the trip. I've seriously eaten nothing in the past four days besides turkey sammiches, peanut butter, and chips. Tasty sammiches. What can I say? I'm beginning to look anorexic. I'm not playing.

We left that no-game-to-be-had town and continued heading east. As we drove, Girl I Used to Be In a Club With started opening up more and talking about some of her personal life. (She's been opening up more and more during the trip.) She confessed that she has had one "true love" before. A little later down the road, she blurted out that her true love was with another girl (i.e., Girl I Used to Be In a Club With was in love with another girl), a former roommate of hers. She's a very sweet girl. I felt sorry for her when she was telling me about her love.

We were out of the mountainous region so it was a nice drive. Smooths, flat roads. Opposite of L.A.'s bumpy, twisting streets. There wasn't much to look at in Montana. We passed a farm that had buffalo chilling on the graze. Yayyyyyyyyyy! I got to see my buffalo. It was one of my goals when passing through Montana. Other than that, I suppose the rest of the state is pretty, but the forests were much more gorgeous back in Washington and Oregon. We had music though since we bought the cassette tape adapter for my car back in Seattle. Listened to some goddamn Kendrick all day. We passed through Billings, another small-ass town, but it's Montana's largest. Depressing. I couldn't imagine living there or any other place in the upper Midwest. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh. We left Billings, made it through the rest of Montana's wide ass, and unknowingly entered North Dakota. Never even saw a welcome sign or anything. I got a fucking speeding ticket outside Bismarck. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh. My first ever. I'm no longer pure. What a terrible place to get your first speeding ticket.

We tried to find a hotel in Bismarck, but, for whatever reason, everything was either full or expensive. Does this place think it's fucking Vegas? We passed several parking lots and saw groups of young people chilling in 'em. I guess there's nothing better to do than hangout on a Saturday night in a parking lot. Goddamn Bismarck. Goddamn the Midwest. I thought we were gonna get shot up by the gun-happy Midwestern people of Bismarck for having tanner-than-what-they're-used-to skin. Luckily we didn't. "Oh-don'tcha-know?"

We ended up finding a hotel about 20 miles outside of Bismarck. I was almost certain the creepy old lady's weird Norman Bates son was gonna break our shit in the middle of the night and stab the fuck out of us. The place was off the highway, in the middle of fucking nowhere. Didn't even have Wifi and shit. The out-of-order, straight-from-the-70s vending machine had "Pop" written all over it. Lol. I've always heard these Midwest folk say "pop" and shit.

We had nothing else to do so we took shots of vodka and drank pineapple-and-vodkas till 4 a.m. Then we fucked and passed out.

Overall day: drove for a LOOOOOOONG time, crossed Montana, got a speeding ticket in North Dakota, fucked, and cuddled in the middle of nowhere.

Sunday, June 8, 2014
Woke up at Norman Bate's without being stabbed the fuck up. Packed up and headed out. Old lady Cruthers was watching in the parking lot. Weird shit. Weird lifestyle. I was tired as eff 'cause we only slept five hours. Lightheaded as a motherfuck, I let mami drive for an hour to Fargo. Steve Buscemi and shit. We didn't see him. I took over in Fargo and drove the rest of the way to Minneapolis.

We got to Minneapolis and checked out the Mall of America, the biggest mall in the country. It was cool. Kinda like any other mall except it has the Nickelodeon Universe in the middle of it. I liked it though. The people were definitely different from back on the West Coast. Very Midwestern-looking. Not to stereotype. It reminds me like the people are stuck in the 80s. The fashion isn't on point or anything. And the goofy little accents get to me. They're funny as shit.

I ate a tasty-ass cheesesteak in the food court. Before it, I was feeling like I was walking on a slant and like I was going to faint. I haven't been eating much or drinking a lot of water on the trip. We walked around till closing time and then called up hotels to look for a room. We found a room for pretty cheap. Apparently nobody wants to stay in Minneapolis because it's all-fucks weak. Not like back in Las Bismarck.

We crashed our hotel early, around 7 p.m. Then we took a little drive to Downtown Minneapolis. I wanted to check it out since we were in the area. It was a fucking ghost town. Seriously nobody out. Depressing. Fuck the Midwest. I think I would seriously rather live in the South. We crossed the Mississippi twice, both west-to-east and east-to-west. That was cool. It was my first time crossing it up north. Before this, I've only crossed it in St. Louis and New Orleans. We stocked up on alcohol and then went back to our hotel. We drank in the hotel and listened to music.

Overall day: it was a relaxing day of driving. Smooth, flat roads still. We weren't on the road for too long. Like three hours. We got to check out the Mall of America. Other than the Florida cities, I've seriously seen about everything there is to see in America. Well, some things are off like Mount Rushmore, Yellowstone, Hawaii, Maine, Niagara Falls. I'm sure I'll get to all of those in the future though. It's my goal to get to all 50 states in my lifetime. I've been to 36 so far. We'll be in Milwaukee and Chicago tomorrow. I still need to get away to game on my own, but we've been traveling so fast so far through all the cities that I haven't even had a chance. Maybe we'll spend a little more time in Chicago. We'll see. Stay tuned, my motherfucking PUAs.

Monday, June 9, 2014
Woke up at our hotel in separate beds. Not sure how that happened. Packed up and showered, then headed out of Minneapolis toward Wisconsin. As soon as we got over the Wisconsin border, a cop pulled us over as Girl I Used to Be In a Club With was driving. She wasn't even speeding. She slowed down before we got to him. I think the dude was new. He had one of those goofy Midwestern accents. They sound funny as hell. We stopped to get gas after that, and everybody else had them too. They say shit like "beg" when pronouncing bag, and the way they say "two" sounds Canadian as hell.

I ate a sammich in the parking lot, then we headed out. In Madison, our directions got fucked up and we ended up on the interstate that leads to Chicago. There was not a chance to go back in the other direction for miles so we abandoned our plan of going to Milwaukee. Sad too because one of my good friends lives there, and I've been wanting to hit the ass for a LONG time. I told my friend to visit me in Chicago. I want to tap her out, put her on the list.

The last 70 miles into Chicago took forever because of traffic and road work. We got to the Loop around 8 p.m. and wanted to go look at Cloud Gate. We got deep dish pizza at this good restaurant, then abandoned our idea of going to Cloud Gate. It was around 10, and it was cold as shit. We can see it tomorrow.

We found a hotel around Chicago O'Hare and headed there. We purchased a bottle of vodka and drank mixed drinks. I showed Girl I Used to Be In a Club With Julien's infield footage. We've been together the past week. Of course I've opened up a little about game. I confessed that I've madeout with 125 girls so far this year and that I have a few regulars and that she is one of them. She is completely comfortable with my playerishness. After watching Julien's infield footage, she said it all makes sense. She finally understood about my skills.

I banged her before going to sleep. Then we cuddled.

Overall day: F-closed Girl I Used to Be in a Club With. Made it to Chicago.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
We woke up at our hotel and went to check out the Loop. We saw Cloud Gate and walked under it. Then we walked to the Willis Tower and went inside. After that we decided to head out. There was mad traffic on the freeway because there was some police event going on. Mad swat vans passed us. We got off in Chicago's South Side. A very pleasant neighborhood.

We managed to not get shot and made our way outside Chicagoland. There was a fucking storm that we had to drive through. It took forever to get to Detroit. We finally got there. I hit up a friend of mine who I haven't seen in two years. He said he was down to host us. We headed to his apartment in Downtown Detroit.

We went on a bike ride around Downtown. The dude was seriously like a professional tour guide. Knew everything about the city and shit. It was fun. We went back to his place after the bike ride and got drunk. I ended up cuddling the Girl I Used to Be In a Club WIth on an air mattress in the dude's living room. I fingered her for a while, but she didn't want to do anything further because she didn't want my friend or his roommates to walk in and see shit. Weak. I passed out with her around 4 in the morning after smoking out with my homie.

Overall day: not much. Made it from Chicago to Detroit, fingered Girl I Used to Be In a Club With for a minute, took a cool bike ride around Detroit. It truly is as ghetto as everyone says it is.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Greetings from America's greatest city: DETROIT. Ohhhhhhhhhh, this is a good one. So we woke up at my homie's place. I'll call him Joey. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and I showered and got ready. Joey's friend came over. I'll refer to his friend as Nick. The first thing Nick asks me when I come into the living room and sit down is about my bracelets. He asked if they meant anything. It struck me, him asking about them--I wondered if he and my other homie happened to be into PU. I noticed he started talking to Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. He sat on the same couch as her and started playing around with her, trying to guess her ethnicity. Yeah, don't alert the beast, homie. He obviously didn't know who or what I am.

A little while later, Joey and Nick wanted to show me and Girl I Used to Be In a Club With around the city. We walked down to my car, and Joey immediately climbed into the passenger seat. He was trying to wing for his fucking homie! Okay, okay, we're gonna play like that, huh? Nick FB-closed my girl, saying that we should add him on FB. Funny he never asked me for my FB. Hahahahaha. Yup, I'm keen on that shit, bruh.

We went to go get Coney Island hot dogs Downtown. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With was the first to sit at the table. I peeped Nick walking behind her to try and sit next to her. Yeah, not gonna happen. I rushed in front of him and sat next to her, then told him to sit next to Joey so that they could tell us about their city. I have to reiterate it here: it is absolutely crucial to dismiss a cockblock as soon as possible. Don't give those fuckers a chance to steal your girls. Be aggressive, be dominant, literally block him out and separate him from the target. Grab your girl and lead her away, be touchy-feely with her in front of the CBs, embarrass your rivals for ever thinking they had a chance to rob you.

After we ate, Joey and Nick wanted to go urban exploring in an abandoned skyscraper. Before we got to it, I peeped Joey trying to wing his homie again. He told me to come with him so that he could take a picture of me sitting on this graffitied ledge. I literally scoffed and smiled when he said it. I know what you're trying to do, bro. I said sure and said we're all gonna take a picture together. When we took it, I made sure to physically grab Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and pull her into me.

We got back to the car and Joey again got into the passenger seat off the bat. I let it slide because, what am I gonna do, be direct and confront the fact that I knew what he was trying to do. Don't be that guy. I would just wait and make my moves smoothly. Plus, my girls are loyal when they're in my presence, brah. Why? Because I'm a dominant dude in general. VP's a pimp, brahs. I find the best way to handle these situations is to be the right balance between being serious/quiet (so as to let your rivals know you're not the type who plays around) and being talkative/confident. You have to say things boldly, making it known that you mean all the things you say and that you're not afraid to speak your mind. You absolutely MUST be confident. If you waiver, you're gonna let your girl know that you're not the alpha male and she's gonna be tempted to ditch you for another homie. I learned this through a lot of experiences in high school. The two things to keep in mind when "guarding" one of your girls from an attempted robbery is to be confident/alpha and to overall not give a fuck. Always remember that any girl is replaceable. Even if you do get robbed, yeah, fuxx it, find another five minutes after her.

Anyway Joey and Nick wanted to go pick up their other friend. I drove to his apartment complex, then they went up to grab him. They invited us to go up with them, but nah nah, VP's swift, gentlemen--I told them to go ahead without us. I both had to isolate my girl to guard her and had to let them know they she mobs with me. She goes where I go, and, if I stay in the car, she also stays in the car.

Now, once they went up to grab their friend, I had to test Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. I didn't give a fuck if she was actually feeling tempted to be stolen, but I had to evaluate where we stood with things. Sure enough, she proved to be loyal. She climbed over the seat and got into the passenger seat upfront with me. Hahahahahaha. Sorry, homies, your game isn't on VP's level. (It would absolutely prove to be nowhere even close to mine later on in the day. Keep reading.)

I was touchy-feely and cocky/funny with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With as we waited in the car. Always be that interesting, rebellious dude who attracts girls. Be the bad boy, be the gangster, be the pimp. Don't give a fuck. I talk to my girls stupid as hell. I talk jibberish, I do this really weird tsking noise (which Enso also does) with my mouth, I sing stupid-ass songs in my cancer voice (I should mention btw that my voice is somewhat raspy all the time. It actually sounds pretty cool.), I ask any fucking question that pops into my mind--I say whatever the fuck I want to say--and I drag girls into my reality, I make them focus on nothing but me; and, if they stray, I literally pull them back to me and tease the hell out of them. Guys, believing you're the fucking guy, that YOU'RE the shit, helps so much in game and life in general. Be the gangster.

When homies came back, I made sure it was time to let them know they had no chance. First of all, we got to talking about game. Turns out they actually knew somewhat about PU. They read The Game and knew of Mystery Method and shit. But they aren't heavily into it. Maybe that's why they were rusty as fuck. Now that they knew what I was, they backed off as fuck. They knew they had no chance of committing the robbery. They knew I outgamed/out-alphaed them. You gotta have something special to compete with me.

They gave us a tour around Detroit. We saw where Eminem's house was (apparently the actual house was burned down last year). Detroit is the ghettoest city I've ever seen. There are literally thousands of crumbling buildings and burned down establishments all over the city. There also is no traffic and not that many people walking around outside. The city has a lot of zones that don't have anything but weeds growing in them. A lot of hoodboys all around the city too. Not a pleasant place in the slightest.

We then drove to some upscale neighborhood that borders the Lake St. Clair shoreline. It has some huge mansions in it, but I still could absolutely never see myself living in the Detroit area. Not my sort of place at all. I made Girl I Used to Be In a Club With feed me pieces of chocolate as we drove around. After I told her the first time, she kept offering to feed me again and again. I could sense the silence from Joey and Nick whenever she put her fingers in my mouth. Hahahahahahaha. The shit I do. I'm too fucking swift. My god. We dropped off the homie we picked up at a cafe. Apparently he has a bad case of oneitis and wanted to wait around for his girlfriend to pick him up. By this point, I dominated everything. The convo belonged to me. Our movements belonged to me. I controlled everything. They would soon become my students. If you wanna be bad ass, one tip I'll write is to be animated as fuck. Find the interview of Tupac eating pizza, rolling blunts, and talking shit, where he's wearing the black vest and black beanie. He is animated as FUCK (probably because he's drunk and high). Be that fucking bad ass and animated. Have wide, energetic, open movements. Be COOL. Have a fucking bad ass personality and be somewhat of a dick. Trust me, this shit works. How do you think I pull so much game. Well, other than the fact that I'm pretty great-looking, it's because of my attitude. I'm a fucking badass!

Okay, so we ended up back and Joey's place, and we all pregamed to get ready for the night. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and I were leaving for New York in the morning. We were gonna party it up in Detroit. I looked cool as fuck--all black again. We all smoked hookah. I isolated Girl I Used to Be In a Club With in the living room and started making out with her as fuck. The homies were watching. They best know what the fuck I is. I made Girl I Used to Be In a Club With lick all over my neck with them watching. I had to punish them somewhat for ever considering robbing me. They had to see what they couldn't have and what I could.

Joey drove to some bar that's supposedly in a better part of Detroit. It looked like it was. Nobody was ghetto or anything. Nick wanted to open a two set of girls Joey knew. They were pretty fucking cute. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With's drunk ass made friends with one of them, the way girls do stupid shit like that. I told Nick to open, but he said he didn't know what to talk about. Lol! I told him I'd do it then. I walked up to her as she was speaking with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and told her I wasn't from Detroit. Then I told her to come over by the pool tables with me. She obliged as fuck. I pulled her out of Girl I Used to Be In a Club With's sight and talked to her for a minute. I went honest and told her I wasn't from the area and that I was talking to them because my friends wanted to but were too afraid. After a minute-and-a-half or so, I hugged her as fuck as Joey and Nick looked on, then I French goodbyed the fuck out of her. Got that tongue all up in that mouth and e'thang. I got her number for whatever reason and let her go. Joey and Nick were as FUCK on my tip. My god. They were excited as fuck and said they had never seen anything like that before. Hahahahaha. It's always funny for me to think how advanced I am in comparison with the regular guy. These guys seriously thought I was a god, and hey, were they wrong to assume it? They finally understood why they couldn't rob me earlier. They had confirmation that I truly am as bad ass as I say I am. My game really is insane.

Now, what did I do after pulling my first new K-close in the past nine days? I went right back to Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, grabbed her face, and madeout with her like my tongue was performing a TEE (transesophageal echocardiogram). The dudes thought I was an animal. They were right to assume. After I did that shit, they complimented me on not having any morals. They also said they had to abandon morality back when they first got into the game. You gotta be an asshole, brah. Girls'll do it to you.

We bounced out of that bar and went to another part of town. Joey and Nick wouldn't stop talking about how crazy it was what they just watched. They talked like this as fuck in front of Girl I Used to Be IN a Club With. She got to find out that all the stories I've told her in the past few days weren't lies. I really am a PUA beast.

We got to the next bar, and I told the guys we would continue what just went down. We walked inside. The club was pretty popping actually. Good job, Detroit. Nick saw the girl he went to prom with. Again he couldn't open. I said just watch and went up to her. I told her to come talk to me for a second, and she straight up left her girl friends and walked to another part of the patio with me. Hahahaha. (I should mention that I'm really thin right now because I haven't eaten much on this trip. I've noticed that my game improves miraculously when I'm thinner. My face gets a lot prettier. I think there is actually a correlation.) As soon as I isolated, I high-fived her, twirled her, and then led her into the hug. I told her I was gonna have a conversation like this and she smiled. You mine, girl. Joey, Nick, and Girl I Used to Be In a Club With stood by and watched. I mouthed to Girl I Used to Be In a Club With that I would just take a second and that I was only talking to her to help out my homies. I noticed she went back inside so I saw my opportunity and told my girl to look me in the eye. Then I leaned in and madeout with her as fuck. I led her to Nick afterward so that he could have his turn with my sloppy seconds. I only let her go because I had Girl I Used to Be In a Club With and I needed to find her.

I walked around for a minute, but I couldn't find her. Hmmmmmmmm. Then I saw her at the bar, talking to this fat, old, ugly motherfucker. I went up to her, grabbed her hand, and told her to come outside with me. But she pulled her hand away from me real quicklime. Whoa. You knew whose presence you're in? She turned to me and said she saw me making out with that girl and that it was her time to have some fun. WHOA! Not gonna happen on my watch, chica. I tried to get her to come out with me again, but she kept pulling her hand away. After maybe a minute, Joey and Nick stepped in and pretty much told the dude to fuck off. I'm glad they winged me. The dude bounced real fast.

I pulled the Girl I Used to Be In a Club With outside the bar and tried talking to her, telling her I hadn't madeout with that girl. She wouldn't buy any of it. She ended up bawling her eyes out on the curb. I tried to hug her and calm her down, but she wasn't having any of it. She called her girl friend back home and had her book her a flight out of Detroit. She said I absolutely embarrassed her in front of my friends and that she couldn't believe I would do a thing like that. Hahahahaha. I've been stuck in the car with her the past eight days straight, talking about being a manwhore and shit. She didn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sorry, babe, I told you how I was. I wasn't playing.

It was closing time by then so Joey and Nick joined us outside. We all got in his car to head back to Joey's pad. They both tried talking to Girl I Used to Be In a Club With in between her sobs and telling her that I was a good guy and that I didn't makeout with that girl, that I was only talking to her in fact to hook up Nick. (Oh, Nick madeout with that girl after I did btw. Dude had my spit all up in his mouth.) Holy fuck though. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With freaked the fuck out. Crying as fuck. She called a cab. It showed up after some time. I tried talking to her and explaining shit, but her drunk ass wasn't giving me a second to speak. She got in the cab and left for the airport. I couldn't believe she would actually bounce out like that. I understand that what I did was bad, but fuck, that's pretty low to abandon your travel mate like that. In fucking Detroit of all places!

I was actually kinda sad/mad that she would peace out like that. I called Enso to touch basis with the squad. Goddamn! He had even worse news to deliver. I won't say what it is because Idk if he wants to talk about it, but he said he may talk about it in a FR. I felt bad for the dude, and I felt bad for myself. I wanted to cry. Hahahahahahaha. Not really, but I felt pretty shitty. I talked to Joey and Nick, and we all ended up smoking out as fuck. I hadda numb the feeling. Haha. It'll be okay. VP always finds solutions. I'm unstoppable.

I also called pFAc to invite her on the rest of the trip with me. I don't have a fucking smart phone at the time because I broke my other one so I need someone to roll with me back home. I don't feel safe driving all the way back home alone. pFAc, being the goddamn loyal, cute little thing she is, is down to fly to Detroit to finish off the road trip with me. She's probably been seeing me post all my updates with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. She's the most loyal girl. My god. I love pFAc. If only she were taller, I'd marry her.

The only issue is that she's not coming till Tuesday. Goddamnnnnnnnnnn! That means I'm gonna have to stay in Detroit for FIVE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!! Gahhhhhh! I hope I don't get blasted. As long as I don't get blasted, I'm chilling. The dudes want to take me out this whole weekend and shit, and they're all pretty good-looking dudes so we should be able to do a bit of gaming. Tomorrow night, mo'fuckas. Tomorrow night. I'M GETTIN' AIDS!!!!!!!!!

Hell yeah!

Overall day: deflected my own homies CBing me the first portion of the day (Goddamn it! I miss my tame-ass Enso and Guru. They're actually part of my squad and would never rob me. These dudes here in Detroit are my homies, but they're not on the same level obviously. I don't know them like that.), made Girl I Used to Be in a Club With mad as phoooooooook! had her bounce out of Detroit, and madeout with two hotties. My jod!!!!!!!!!! I be game as fuck, on a whole 'nutha level. Fuck being worried that I'm gonna be finishing off the trip alone. I gots my pFAc coming through in a couple days. Awwwwwww, my sweet, sweet pFAc. I'm gonna be gaming with the homies in Detroit the next five days. What an awful place to be gaming, but fuck it. Life's an adventure. Stop being a fucking pussy and get out there to experience it! G is g. Be adaptive, players. I'm gonna fuck a Michigan bitch. My god.

I'm sorry, Enso. I hope everything works out for you.

Thursday, June 12, 2014
I woke up hoping the previous night was a nightmare. It wasn't. It was reality. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With left me in Detroit. What a hooch. I woke up to two texts from her, one that said she was back home. I didn't reply to either. You guys know I'm usually against cutting off a girl, but this one is an exception. The fact that she would bounce after traveling with me for the past eight days--yeah, I can't accept that. Her number gets deleted. She gets unfriended on FB. No contact for good. The only way I could forgive her is if she booked a flight back to Detroit and continued on the trip, but nah, I ain't interested.

pFAc called me and said she was down to come to Detroit. Awwwwwww, my dear, sweet pFAc. Such a good girl. She's leaving Puerto Rico today to go to L.A. for a few days. The earliest she can get to Detroit is next Tuesday. I'm gonna have to stay here till then. Not my favorite idea, but whatever, I'll give it my all to make the best out of it.

Joey came back home from tutoring a couple students around 7. I had just been chilling with some of his homies the whole day. The dude's place is seriously like a fucking hotel. There are so many of his homies coming and going every hour. Seems like they have social game locked on point. Too bad all the traffic through his place is guys. I started drinking with one of the homies around 6. Then Joey joined us when he got home.

Joey and I bounced out around 11 to check out Downtown. It was dead as hell. I opened a pretty cute two set on the street. They also weren't from Detroit but from somewhere else in Michigan. They were a pretty dead set so Joey and I peaced out. Nick, from last night, called and said he was at Joey's place with another friend. We went to meet up with them. Then the four of us bounced out to a bar in another part of town.

The bar had a pretty decent turnout actually. It was in the middle of the forest. Crazy shit. I've never seen anything like it back home. Joey and I opened a two set. My girl was completely into me. She kept touching me and shit and saying I have a pretty face. I teased her the whole time. I wasn't really feeling her so I decided to not make a move.

It was already pretty late by the time we arrived at the bar, but I gamed pretty much every non-mixed set I saw. I pulled two numbers and got rejected on the French goodbyes. Then I opened a pretty decent chick and French goodbyed her at the end of the convo.

I scoped Joey posting up at the bar with a blonde girl on him. She was actually pretty cute. I was somewhat shocked because I wasn't expecting Joey to have any game. The dude isn't physically on point. I was glad though that he could pull.

At closing time, all the guys (there were five of us by that time) met up outside for some Hail Mary game. Nick and I opened a two set. I hugged my girl and got her number. Joey also knew about Vitaly's three questions. He told me to open with it. I figured fuck it so I opened another girl like that. Do you have a boyfriend? No. Do you find me attractive? Yes. What's stopping us from kissing right now? I don't know you like that. I've never worked with this technique really before so I'll have to continue trying it out. I like it because it's rapid and directly to the point. I'll try it out this weekend.

Overall day: K-closed one new girl (which puts me at 128 total so far this year); pulled (I believe) three numbers. Again I'm not the happiest being stuck in Detroit for five days, but I've already decided the best way to get through it all is to just drink the whole time. Hahahahahahaha. Not too far off from what happens back home. Fuck it. I'm glad too that I'm at least here with homies, homies who happen to be into game. They've already started researching RSD shit and reading up on more techniques. Fuck yeah. I got a new squad. Sorry to all my back-home homies. I promise I'm not two-timing you. I'm looking forward to checking out some of the weekend game here in Detroit. If anybody reading this happens to be in the Detroit area, PM with me and I'll game as fuck with you. Till tomorrow, players, keepz it trill.

Friday, June 13, 2014
Friday the 13th. I woke up on homie's couch, hot as a motherfuck, when the dude's roommates were having a conversation. Goddamn, those fuckers talk loud. It was like 2:30 p.m. Haha. I have nothing else to do until Tuesday except party. Might as well sleep all goddamn day.

Joey showed up about an hour later and was in the mood to run some day game. We talked about how we've both never really gotten into day. We drank a few beers, then drove around drinking those motherfuckers too. Hahaha. We hit up a coffee shop/bar. It actually had an all right crowd, but there was only one set in the whole joint. Joey and I both bitched out and said "Fuck coffee shops! Let's try the mall," like it was going to make any difference. I needed some black tanks though so I was down to roll to the mall. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With had my other ones in her bag. They gone now. I was down for the mall.

We got there and looked around for a minute. There were a few sets, but we didn't open shit. Day game puts me into low energy as fuck. We both agreed after about an hour that we pussied out so we decided to mob back and get ready for our lovely night.

We stopped by a grocery store, some store I've never heard of (It always fascinates me how each state has different stores btw. A weird, nerdy interest of mine.) We stocked up on alcohol and some snack foods to last us through the weekend. Hahahahaha. I swear Joey is the Detroit version of Raymond. Too bad he lives in Michigan. He'd be a chill-ass wing to have back at home. The dude's witty as fuck and is down for seriously anything. Game.

We hit up his parents' house after going to the store. The dude's neighborhood is fucking sick! Completely the opposite of Detroit's inner city. Colonial-style houses in neighborhoods with kept-up grass. Dope shit. We chilled in his basement with his younger brother, his brother's girlfriend, and a few of his brother's friends. All some young fools, like 18/19. Joey's brother has been into game for a few years. Working that high school game. Wow. I would have been a BEAST had I learned PU back in high school. Joey and his younger brother had a lot of questions for me. They called me a PUAm, a pick-up artist monster. Hahaha. They could recognize game. Joey's brother's gf was also throwing me some IOIs. I coulda gamed her, but that woulda been too fucked up, even for me. We all chilled in the basement, smoking hookah, and watching Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. Haha, Snow, you weren't kidding with the Anakin comparisons. Dude had mad style. That dark, brooding look. That's game. "You underestimate my power!"

We peaced out of homie's parents' place around 9 and went back to his apartment to pre-game/get ready. Nobody else was down to game tonight. Nick apparently has a case of oneitis and sacrificed his Friday night to hangout with a girl who's already on the list. Joey and I downed beers and shots and headed to Downtown Detroit. (The dude lives like a four-minute walk from the bars.)

Now, gentlemen, VP was back in his fucking zone. Given what I was working with--the finest Detroit has to offer (which, let me tell you, isn't that fine at al)--I was on fucking fire tonight. The buzz, the charm, the wit, the frame, the eye contact, the look--everything was on. I was in a zone of completely not-giving-a-fuck. I don't know these Detroit hussies. I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Even if they don't like me, come on, they're from Detroit. I'm better than that in general.

Joey and I crashed our first bar and decided to do a warmup set. There was nothing good in there, but I figured fuxx it. We opened a pretty nasty two set. One of the girls was bangable, I suppose. Whatever. She could do for a warmup. Her friend kept pointing her out to me. Drunken hoes. I danced with the girl for a minute. She wouldn't makeout, which I thought was weird, because she was touchy as fuck. All over me really. I number-closed her and moved on.

We bounced to another bar. I opened two old chicks. They were very nice, but I saw the rings and also could tell they weren't that type of woman (15 years ago, they were though). I cut one off in the middle of her sentence and said, "Have a good night," then walked away. I danced with some pretty cute girl on the dance floor. Simple shit. Grinded, turned her around, told her to look me in the eye, and got the makeout. I scored her number and told her we could meet up sometime before I left. I wanted to try to pull her, but it was too early in the night so I didn't push the idea much. I should mention, guys, that in every bar I've been in in Detroit the past few nights, I am the fucking alpha male. Seriously, these Detroit goons have no swag. It's one of the reasons I felt so on point tonight. Nobody else can really compete with me here. A bunch of small dudes who look somewhat ghetto or at least just don't have the fashion sense on point or the looks to back up mad game. I'm Big Sean here.

I mobbed back to the patio where Joey was in set with two girls. One was fat and disgusting. The other looked like a shrunken, mutant, Detroit version of Mila Kunis. We called her Kuni the whole night. I took her sunglasses off her head and said I was stealing them. She actually said I could have them. Hahaha. I walked away from her and her disgusting beast friend whose reason for existing I had to ponder and went back to the dance floor. There was no additional game to be had so I went upstairs to the lounge and got meditative by myself for a few minutes. I dwelled on some shit and actually found myself somewhat questioning why it is that I do all the shit I do. Like damn, I've actually been in the presence of some pretty good girls the past few months of my life and, with every single one, I have seriously gone out of my way to play with so goddamn much. I fucking middle-man kissed pFAc as she was buying me a beer. I've asked girls for rides to places only to abandon them as soon as we arrived. I've madeout with multiple girls almost every night I go out purely out of ego's sake and because I want to tally up some ridiculously high number of K-closes before the year ends out. I've gone on day twos covered in hickeys without even the slightest bit of remorse. I've let game get in the way of my medical school career. Hahaha. Aw, I even felt a little sad for having played out Girl I Used to Be In a Club With straight in front of her face as everyone watched. The amount of damage I must have caused, her having been embarrassed like that in front of my friends. Wow.

Why it is that I do these things? Maybe one day it'll make more sense, but until then, I know that I'm stuck in fun mode, just seeking out the funnest thing to do nearly every day of my life. Isn't this youth? Isn't this what it means to be a young man? Being reckless, fucking around, not caring about those around us? The idea of these "good guys" seems so boring to me. Find a nice girl and settle down with her. I can't stand it. What good is that shit? You do one thing they ain't like and you're wondering the whole time what she's doing going out with her girl friends out of the blue.

Game is game, players. We can't satisfy every person. Some people don't deserve your time or your effort. But when you have a good girl, on you, feeling you, going out of her way to be affectionate with you and opening up--why did I have to go ahead and hurt such a sweet girl?

Because I'm a PUA, gods! Yadayadayadayada!!!!!!!! Hahahahahahaha! That chick done moved on for revenge pull like right after I done did makeout with that girl in front of her face. Why be loyal when you see how easy it is to turn them against you?

I do this shit, but I don't always like doing it. I found myself feeling sorry for Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. I actually took it too far--I often take it too far--part of being a young man. None of us nail it all the time.

I said fuck dhis shit, took my pump-up breath, and mobbed back downstairs to Joey and the two set. I singled in on the convo and easily took over that shit, throwing Joey in the fatty's direction. I took on the busted Detroit Kuni and pretty easily scored the makeout after a minute or two. I used Vitaly's three questions. Bounced out with her glasses and shit.

I mobbed out by myself. I wanted to do a bit of solo gaming. I hit one bar and there was seriously NOTHING. Gahhhhhhhhhhh. The biggest thing I'm facing here in Detroit is the quality of girls. It's not like back home, where seriously almost every girl is fuckable. Sum dhese hoes be ratchet. I met back up with Joey after some time. It was getting pretty close to the closing hour. I saw a blonde girl I had seen earlier in the night at some bar standing by herself outside a restaurant. I opened that shit easily, looking all in her eyes the entire time. I swear you must NEVER break eye contact. Be a fucking boss. Don't be afraid. I used Vitaly's three questions. She opened up so fucking much, jutting out those goddamn lips. She wanna it. So I gave it to her. She was wearing a skirt and I slid my hand up under that shit and rubbed that shit up outside dhem pantays. She wouldn't let me go further though. G be g.

Joey and I peaced out to hit up a casino next. We passed an area where we could see Canada across the river. That was pretty cool because I've never seen Canada befo'. We got to the casino. There wa'n't much, but I did spot a pretty cute girl sitting by herself at the slot machines. I opened by apologizing for being late. She said she had been waiting for me the entire night. I talked to her for maybe five minutes. She reminded me of Day Three chick (you guys remember her? The one who flaked after I fingered her/ate her out like two months ago. Awwwwww, she was such a cute girl.). I kinda liked this one. I could tell she wasn't a straight up ho. We chatted for a while, then I said I had to find my friend, and busted Vitaly's three questions. She obliged as phook and madeout as phook too. They can't resist me here in the Dirty D.

There was nothing else so we headed back to Joey's car. As we were exiting the parking structure, Joey pointed out a fucking sexy-ass blonde girl standing by herself near the casino's entrance. I hopped out that car so fucking fast and mobbed up on her. I asked why she was standing alone and just kept talking her fucking ear off. She, in return, kept putting her hand on my chest and shoulder. She wanna da D. I literally did not break eye contact for even one second, and we ended up talking for about 10 minutes. She wanted to smoke out and I told her my friend and I were on our way to do that. She said she couldn't come though unless she could bring her guy friend. I didn't wanna party with no motherfucker so I wasn't gonna bring her for that shit. I used Vitaly's three questions. She said I was sexy. I knew it was on. I madeout with her as a motherfuck, Joey all watching proper game from the car, Guru all getting a weird tingly sensation throughout his body back home. The chick's weird little friend ended up showing up, tweeky as a motherfucker. Definitely didn't wanna chill with him. I gave the girl the ol' French goodbye in front of his face. He wanted to be me. Everyone wants to be me. Goddamn, I do cool shit like take spontaneous trips around the country and then get ditched to party in America's ghettoest city for a week. I'm a fucking baller, bros. This shit is adventure.

Joey and I mobbed to his friend's place. She ended up being the girl I first madeout with on Wednesday. Haha. We got there and she was chilling with a dude who looked like T-Pain. I saw her peck the fool twice. Ummmmmm? Didn't quite understand that, but whatever. I hope he knows that I madeout with his bitch two days ago. Motherfucker left REAL soon after we showed up. He knew the repertoire.

Joey and I smoked out with chick's bitchass. I got tired around 5 in the morning and went to crash on her lower bunk. I peeped Joey telling her to let me stay. He was trying to facilitate the lay, but she kept saying she had to wake up early for work. I also overheard them talking about Nick's game. I guess Nick tried to game her after I did the other day. She had some very harsh things to say about that guy. Hahahahahaha. This aggressive-type game shit has to be done by calculated masters. The amateurs ain't on VP's level.

I wanted to crash out. I was legitimately tired, but Joey wanted to go back home. He said he could pick me up in the morning, but I wasn't in the mood to sleep for two hours just to be woken so I said fuck it and mobbed back with him. Good thing it was just right up the street. I've heard Detroit police don't give a fuck unless you're a hoodrat.

We got back to Joey's place and smoked out as FUCKKKKKKKKKKK! My god. We watched Beavis and Butt-head like true stoners, all cracking up and shit the whole time. Hahaha. We were hysterical. It was funny as shit. After a while, I got tired and told Joey I was gonna crash out. I passed out as fuck on his couch. Game is game.

Overall day: pulled five new K-closes (which puts me at 133 K-closes total so far this year) and rubbed up one chick's coochie. Hopefully I can pull something while I'm here in Detroit.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
I g-g-g-go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go and I go. Mad man. Bad man.

So dig dhis. I wokesed up 'round 2:30 and headed out to get a money order and stamp. I hadda mail my godd'am ticket. Got back to the cribbo around 6:30 and started drinking. Goddamn, mad man. Joey showed up around 8, and his two other roommates showed up a little later with some of their homies. This place is crazy, how many people rotate through. We all drank, then Joey and I mobbed out to hit the town. Nick flaked again.

We got downtown. I should mention we were downing shots like brain damage right before leaving the crib. I don't remember much for the night. I remember sneaking into seriously every single venue we went to. Joey kept telling me to follow him, and he would walk right past security. Haha. It was pretty boss how we did it.

I next remember being in the middle of a crowded patio, pushing some fool. I kept shoving the dude. I don't know what the fuck was going on. I never do shit like that. I somewhat remember the dude coming up to me and telling me not to talk to some girl. As soon as he said it, I just fucking beasted and pushed the shit out of him. Gahhhhhh. I was tripping. Joey's roommate was there and pulled me away and outside the bar.

I talked with Joey's roommate for a minute, then Joey met up with us outside. Joey and I tried to sneak into a strip club through the alleyway kitchen door. Somebody pointed at Joey and told us to get the fuck out. Hahahahahaha.

The next thing I remember was leaving the area at closing time and heading to the skyscraper Joey and Nick had climbed the other day. I was drunk as fuck so I said slup the mothafucking dick, Dirty Bitch D, and climbed that goddamn scaffold so fucking fast. I stood on the goddamn plank, hoping it wouldn't collapse, then jumped through the broken window, falling on my hands and knees as I got through. Cut my fucking hand all up. The bitch bleeding fuck the rest of the night. Joey followed me in. We stood in that dark-ass building, graffiti everywhere, gothic as fuck. This city really is appropriate for Devil's Night. Joey and I beasted, all black and blacked out, then ascended that motherfucker like The Raid. What a crazy goddamn trip. Any you homies reading these daily posts: "Oh, my life is so boring! My life is so boring!" Fucking losers. Get your fucking ass out there and make it fun.

We explored that big bitch and gots up to the top flo'. We had to climb a shifty-ass ladder to reach the rooftop. We got up there and peeped the view, all crawling next to each other to poke our heads over the edge. Gahhhhhhhhh. What the fuck do I do when I'm drinking?

We mobbed back down the ladder and then the rest of the building. Found an old generator room and explored the chaotic machinery littering the floor. I took a battery as a souvenir. Joey took some weird fucking scepter-shaped part. I don't know what it is, but it's heavy as fuck.

We got lost when we were trying to find the window we crept in through, all going in circles and shit. Joey started tripping out, thinking something paranormal was fucking with us. I told his bitchass that that shit was weak, that the only thing paranormal in this universe is VP's game. We found the basement. Joey was hesitant to go into it because it was super dark. I dared him to go in there and then led the way down. It was flooded so we couldn't reach the very bottom.

We went back upstairs and finally found the window. Climbed through that bitch, dropped the heavy-ass scepter off the scaffold, then climbed down without quadiplegiarizing our asses. Then we drove back to his apartment and smoked out as fuck. His roommate said the battery was probably unsafe, and it hit me that it really could have been so I set it on the complex's lawn. Joey and I continued to blaze dhat shit, then I crashed on the couch again.

Overall day: according to Joey, we got nothing but blowouts tonight. I got completely fucking faded. I did urban explore an abandoned skyscraper, which is pretty cool, and I also pushed some homeboy for no reason. Gahhhhhhhh, I'm sorry, dude. I hope you're not a VP fan. I'm dedicating this post to you.

Sunday, June 15, 2014
Ain't this sad, bruh? Ain't this sad? My dear, sweet N-Pooh's birthday is tomorrow. Oh, N-Pooh. One of the reasons I became what I am now. Well, she left back in 2011. I think it was June 21st or sometime around then. I loved that girl. I debated marrying that girl.

But now I'm a PUA and e'thing is grand, right? I spent the day chilling with homeboy. I woke up around 3:30. Getting later and later. Thor, Joey's dog, licked all over my toothbrush the night before so I needed to hit up a pharmacy and cops a new one. Joey and I bounced out and ate some Middle Eastern food. Shit tasted weird. Fucking rice all spicy and shit. I miss my dear Mexican food back home. I'm getting thinner and thinner, starving on the road and shit. Those Mid' Eastern girls in that restaurant spicy as fuck though. I woulda banged all o' dhem an' shit, but you know how that goes. Shit can't get any harder.

We bounced out that motherfucker and Joey had to make a few stops to "run some errands", youknawI'msayin'? Motherfucker was drinking like a motherfucker while driving; and he even, on purpose, drove behind a cop on the freeway and kept taking swigs off his beer and saluting the cop. I was praying that bitch couldn't see in the rearview. My god. I don't know why I allow myself to be so reckless and to be in the company of those who are even more reckless. This shit's seriously going to catch up to me one day. My god.

We got back to his cribbo and started drinking as fuck. (I should mention I hadn't been drinking earlier because drinking in the car makes me nervous as hell. I'm not trying to ruin my future, dawg, though I've been pushing it. Getting daily lectures from my mom and shit.)

I ended up blacking out pretty early in the night. Haha. Taking shots and hitting the bong. Fucksed! Nick and Joey's little brother showed up. Joey, Nick, and Joey's brother went to urban explore some abandoned church and hospital. I hung back at the homie's place because I wasn't in the mood for that shit. I feel like I've been pushing my luck recently, and I wasn't in the mood to risk getting arrested. Plus, those fools live to drink and drive. I'm not down for that. As reckless as I am, I try my best to live responsibly.

I chilled with the homies at the crib. (This place has like at least five random new people coming through each day.) Joey, Nick, and Joey's little brother showed up after a while, and we all smoked the fuck out of a bong. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I don't have anything to say about the rest of the night because I don't remember shit.

Overall day: no game. Got too fucked up because, according to these Detroit homies, there is no game to be had on a Sunday night here. I'm planning on gaming as fuck tomorrow and trying to line up two different chicks to day two before I leave on Tuesday. pFAc is coming soon. I've decided I'm going to continue on the trip and hit up New York.

Monday, June 16, 2014
What up, goonies? Greetings from the Dirty D again. I woke up at 3:30 on Joey's floor to a text from Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, which said, I miss you so much more than I should. I've tried not to boost your ego. God knows you don't need that. But I don't think I'll meet another [VP] in my life. You're a good time. Please let me know when you're back home. I just want to know you made it back ok. I knew it was coming. Joey, Nick, and Thor (Joey's huge-ass black dog) were crashed the fuck out in Joey's bed. Lol. Shit looked funny. Thor was passed the fuck out in the middle.

Joey got up, and we ran around town, running errands again. Joey continued to drink and drive. I wasn't down for that shit because I feel like I've been pushing my luck too much recently. Joey is about to start medical school himself. Dude needs to calm that shit down before he ruins everything.

We got back to his crib, and I started drinking. I ended up drinking way too much and threw up early on, around 8:30 and shit. Joey wanted to meet one of his homies at a bar Downtown, but Joey was too drunk and I wasn't comfortable driving with him like that. Dude started getting pissed and literally tried to push me into his car several times. I told the dude to stop and that I wasn't comfortable going out both of us wasted as fuck. I got fucking pFAc flying in tomorrow to finish off this trip with me. I'm not trying to squander that by landing myself in jail for the night and fucking up my record. Not cool with that. Homeboy wouldn't stop pushing me. I ended up getting pissed myself. I punched the fool in his chest. Then his roommate stepped in and pulled me away from the dude. I didn't like doing that 'cause dude's my homeboy. But he was getting fucking annoying.

Joey ended up bouncing out. I'm really hoping the dude doesn't fuck himself over with all that shit. I went back inside and called pFAc and Enso. I was in the mood to just have a chill night and drink/smoke out alone so that's what I did. Hahahahaha. Shit was mad chill.

I'll be sad to leave in the morning. I promised Joey that I would stay another night so that we could smoke out pFAc, but after tonight, I'm just not feeling it anymore. I'll miss these homeboys. They've gone out of their way so much to make me comfortable and to help me out after Girl I Used to Be In a Club With freaked out and bounced. I'll miss Thor too. Hopefully the goons'll make it out to my state sometime soon so I can return the hospitality.

Overall day: didn't game a goddamn bit. I called the two chicks I had somewhat made plans with today, but they flaked the fuck out. Fuck yeah though! I got pFAc flying in in the morning. It'll be nice to be back with somebody from home. Plus, it's my pFAc. She's my favorite girl right now. I'm not even joking, if only she were taller, I'd consider fucking with her ass a little more regularly. But unfortunately the PUA gods designed this one to be permanently impaired, and I'm such a goddamn giant in comparison that that shit is just shit.

At the very end of the night, I received this message on FB from Girl I Used to Be In a Club With: I miss you singing to me. Even if you can't hit the high notes. ; ) I'm really sorry things didn't turn out the way I wished they did. NYC would have been freakin awesome. We would have walked all over Manhattan. I really wanted to walk through soho again. I'm glad you're having a good time with the guys. I'm sure they're impressed by your charm as are the girls of Detroit haha. I'm sorry I didn't stay to talk. I didn't know what to do in that situation. I had never been told straight to my face that I was not the only one a guy was sleeping with. That alone freaked me out. But I acted like I didn't care because I really wanted the adventure. I like adventure. I really wanted to travel across the country with you. I tried not to take the things you've said/done to girls in the past personally for that same reason. But when I saw you with that girl I remembered everything you had told me, and I assumed the worst. I know we're not in a relationship but it still hurt to think you would do that. I couldn't imagine sleeping with you knowing that you did that. So I decided it would be best if I left. I'll believe you now. I'll believe you didn't make out with that girl. I'm sorry.

Lol. I have too much game.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
It's VP back up in this bitch, you dirty, nasty, sleazy motherfuckers. Whatupwitchya?! Greetings from the goddamn VA. It's been a few days since I've updated, but I'll be summarizing all the days, don't you worry. Let's skip the bullshit and jump right into it.

Okay, so Tuesday. I woke up 30 minutes before pFAc was scheduled to arrive. Goddamn animal. Like I gives a fuxx if she be waitin' an' shit. I still felt drunk and high from the night befo' so I tapped on one of the Detroit homeboys' doorway and woke him up to drive me to the airport. I'll call him Chris. He's a chill-ass dude.

I got ready, then Chris drove me to the airport to meet up with pFAc. Chris knows about game to an extent but doesn't focus on the shit much because he's so busy with med school. We waited a minute to find pFAc. Then I ran into her near the baggage claim. Oh-hhh-ho. Oh my pFAc, my precious precious pFAc! How I've missed her so much! It felt good to see her adorable little face again and to know that I had someone from back home with me FINALLY. I hugged her as fuck, even though she was mad because I was an hour late. Gahhhhhhhhh, I love her even more when she's mad.

I introduced her to Chris, and then we headed back to Joey and Chris's place to get my car. I hugged Chris as fuck before getting into my car and heading out. I was thoroughly sad to be leaving him, the rest of the squad, and, most of all, the Dirty D, Detroit. I liked it here. I had a great time, getting fucked up every night, gaming with the homies. Even though I didn't score any F-closes, it still was a great time.

I left without saying goodbye to Joey. I later felt like that was a ho move. Even though we had our little scuffle last night, I think I should have been cool enough to slap hands with the dude. We're still homeboys after all, and, if he ever comes to my state, I'll gladly take him in under my roof. These Detroit homies went out of their way so much to make me comfortable and to show me a good time.

My bad, Joey. I love you, brah.

Anyway I aired up my tires, and pFAc and I hit the road for New York. I drove the whole time. pFAc rested her little head on my shoulder, and we held hands the entire 10-hour drive. Awwwwwwwww, VP getting sensual and shit. What I like about pFAc is that I actually can be a little affectionate. I'm not like that with my other girls. It felt good to be like that with pFAc after spending the whole trip with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. My relationship with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With was very much based on non-affection. I bullshitted with her the entire fucking duration of our fling, not as much as I do with Splits (because Splits is sarcastic as fuck, and I tell her to go fuck herself all the time) but a lot. With pFAc, it's different. I'm still myself, but I can do weak shit like hold her hand when driving. I'm sure in a few days, when I get even more used to her, she'll see the bitter, more-brilliant side of VP. Girls are intrigued by it, even though it usually ends with them having nothing more than a yeah-I-messed-around-with-this-one-guy-in-the-past-he-was-such-a-player story for their chump AFC husbands who will forever secretly (or openly) lament his wife for having been a player's whore.

Anyway I could already tell pFAc was the fuck in love with me. I'll update more to fill in this story later on. But we got to New York around 1 in the morning. Fuck yeah. It felt good to be back in the City. We went to a somewhat famous pizza place in the Lower East Side and ate. Then we walked around, checked out Union Square, copped beer; and pFAc copped a pack of smokes. Goddamn, I love this girl! She's so down. We found a hotel in Secaucus, NJ and headed there to drink. We got drunk, had the most fucking passionate sex (I hadn't bust anything since Girl I Used to Be In a Club With bounced out last Monday. Goddamn. I'm always no fap, but I usually bang one of my regulars every other day or so back home. Being that I hadn't bust anythang in a minute, I was game as fuck), cuddled, and passed the FUCK out. What more can I say?

Overall day: was excited as fuck to see pFAc again. God-fucking-damn it, why can't she be taller? I'd even be willing to accept 5'6 for her, but she's just so small. I can't handle it. Made it to the Big Apple, the Big Dirty York, ate some bomb-ass pizza, got drunk in New Jersey, and had some of the most passionate sex I've had in my life. Guys, you wanna keep your girls? Fuck 'em right. Be the man in that bedroom, tear that ass up, and watch her attach like no other. Until a few minutes from now (probably), stay true, players. (I'll start writing the FRs for the other days right now.)