  The long awaited story about Alfonzo I'm spending the night at Justin's, sinning as usual. At 3 a.m., I wake up to go to the bathroom. I come back and Justin starts telling me all about his David Koresch dream and then we hear really loud banging. I say, "That's the cops! " and Justin asks how I know. Listen, I lived in FARC long enough to know when the cops were in the building.
Anyway, I ran to the door and looked out the peephole (Justin wasn't allowed to because he wasn't wearing his contacts and therefore worthless). This is what I gathered: Alfonzo is 20. He's not wearing a shirt, but is wearing some lovely blue sweatpants. His hands are in his pants. The cops think he has a gun, but his hands are just cold He has a cut on his face and on his chest, as well as some sort of marking on his eye.
He and his girlfriend had a fight. He didn't like the people she went out with earlier in the night. They yelled at each other and hit each other. The cops asked who was more aggressive and he said, "Look at me. She fucked me up. " And the cops all laughed and Justin and I went back to bed. I'm hungry.
I'm on my way to the gym. I'm going to try to fix my computer tonight. Let's all rally together and try to get OH WHAT IS HER FACE, not Shandi, not Yoanna, not Mercedes, but the other one voted off. Because, really, she's too clinical. (Drinking game of the night: take a drink everytime someone says 'clinical'. Two drinks if it's the guy from Jane . ) 
