MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
It was Sunday night and I was 14 plus miles into my 16 mile marathon training run. I was in the home stretch and running along the retaining wall along Lake Michigan. I was pretty zoned out and cruising on the sidewalk going against traffic. It was about 9pm so there wasn’t anyone else out there and I was kinda thinking to myself “Maybe I shouldnt be out here in the dark.”
The food in Japan is just not what you would expect. It is nothing like Benihana of Tokyo or your local sushi place, I promise. The texture is off and the food is treated with different chemicals that affect our round eye stomachs differently. That and about 15 bottles of sake gave me an extreme case of geri.
At UD I bartended at this biker/dive bar just off campus with Felix, Charlie, Desire, Fatoo and Donger. I was a 21-year-old freshman so pretty much the only student that should have been in there. Good thing that this fat dipshit hillbilly named Blob ran the place and let any 15-year-old with a library card into the joint.
For my first bachelor party me and 11 of my buddies went to Hilton Head Island. We played some golf, hit the strip clubs, drank some beers, told some lies and woke up early for a shark fishing trip… It ended up being a trip of firsts.
First time I ever caught a shark.
First time I ever held a shark.
First time I screamed like a bitch and threw a shark back in the water.
October 5, 2011
Chip
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