  Aiight, boy have a got a good story to tell... Last Friday, I went to Yokohama with my friends Keysha and April. Yokohama is near this military base so there are a lot of black dudes there. We wanted to club so we went to this place called Club B.
Of course the black guys were all over the Japanese chicks but to be honest no one in there was worth hollerin' at for real anyway Well I was minding my business, doing a two step dance and stuff, drinking my drink and stuff, and this black dude comes up to me and was like "What you drinking? " I say "Rum and coke" He asks me "You want another one? " I'm like "No, this is my third (it was really my 5th) I'm okay" The dude looks over at me and says "You know, you speak really good English" I'm like "Ya think! I'm American crazy ass! " Moral of the story: You know its time to take your ass home to the USA when black dudes start thinking you are Japanese!!! Aiight after that, we were out there dancing and the "Tootsie Roll" came on. We was old skoolin' it and slidin' left and right, then came the "dip baby dip" part. Well, on the first "dip" I was givin' them all I had when...my pants SPLIT! Right down the ass (ok, where the ass should be and I had on a thong!
) Yes, I have succeeded in splitting yet another pair of perfectly good pants. I found one of the bouncers (who is a homeboy of mine) and made him walk me out with his coat so no one would see and so that I could get back in w/o paying again. Of course I was the laughing stock of the evening cause he told his boys (the other bouncers) but hey, that's nothing new.
I'm always good for a bit of comic relief. I enjoyed hanging out with Keysha and April but they are best friends and sometimes its weird hanging out with two people who know each other so well because you feel like you are on the outside. Which that didn't really bother me much because I like to be able to move freely about the club and a train of three gets to be a bit much after a while. I miss my girls.
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I feel a spell of homesickness coming on. 
