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i am not a golfer. i still view golfing as so bourgeois. it's expensive as shit. it doesn't fit my personality. even my character in tiger woods pga tour 2004 doesn't fit in. he has a blue mohawk and argyle socks. i borrow my father's clubs and wear addidas sambas. i look and feel awkward on the course.

...but i enjoy the piss out of it. i mean i really love the whole damn thing. the challenge, the camaraderie, the drinking and smoking, driving the fucking golf cart.

but i'm horrible at the game. i can hit straight about 98% of the time and of those times, it will go more than 50 feet about 40% of the time. my friends say that it takes some time, and i understand, but time costs money. and money, i don't got a lot of these days. especially not 50 bucks to play at the glendale lakes golf club. but i played anyways.

they call it glendale lakes because about 50% of your balls will eventually end up in a lake. we played at 8:40am, yesterday morning, and after going to bed at 5:00am, that was not a pleasant drive. i was paired with rico in the golf cart, and thankfully he helped give me some pointers. along with porta and jeremy in our group, we played behind dave, deo, tim, and aldi. whereas the average 18 holes is supposed to go around four hours... our game lasted about five and a half. i had an exceptionally shitty day, shooting over 160, but it was a good time, so i won't get too down about it.

besides, we ended the day by eating at phö ha vietnamese restaurant. we all had different variations of phö, and it was spectacular. the noodles were a perfect al dente, and the beef broth was so flavorful you could drink it alone. rico took all the goddamn bean sprouts, but i got some jalepaños and stole some bean sprouts from timmy's plate. we all put so much spice into our phö, that by the end of the meal, we were sniffling and wiping our foreheads of sweat. ah. why can't there be a vietnamese restaurant closer to me?

saturday night, danny and i degenerated and won money. and so we're on a roll.