I hit the ATM and took out $200 just for Bootyful Celine; But Before I came to the club I smoked a couple medical marihuana blunts, a nice blend of White Widow and New York Diesel. Then I popped 2 750 milligram Hydrocodone tablets and washed em' down with 2 shots of Patron which I chased with a Corona, luckily the Train has a wet bar. Then I started stumbling to the club from the train tracks which was damn near a mile away. As soon I hit the parking lot I saw Sean Q and we started shooting dice right there in the lot. Then I SNAPED OUT OF IT realized I was talking to and shooting dice with a telephone pole. So I pocketed the pile of money and the dice that was on the concrete and kept walking toward the club. Next thing I new I was in a BIG white warehouse with cars and a red carpet with velvet ropes, and a ATM machine to the side and a goon telling me, "The door is this way!" I handed dude a LA Weekly coupon and walked up in that Mother Fucker Fucked up, Shit!

When I got inside it was like I stepped foot into a Palace. Fuck'n draperies hung from the walls and chandeliers from the ceilings. A fair maiden asked me what I wanted to drink. "Crown and Coke," I replied. She gave me Coke but held the Crown. So I proceeded to the bathroom to snort some Coke... Cain but there was a Butler in there FUCK! Went back to the main quarters, plopped down, and looked upon a stage with 2 poles.

I was treated like a King girl after girl sat down with me one at a time. First Britney, she reminded me of a Black Queen. She smelled of alluring imported perfume and fragrance, a perfect smile. Then Star, the court's jester. She was tall with a larger than life personality and long flowing black hair, she told joke after joke. White Roxanne, the wench smelled fowl of wine, wicked were her ways. Brazil the temptress exotic was her beauty kind were her words. Then I thought I saw Celine, the ghost of the castle float by. So beautiful one minute she was there then POOF she vanished maybe I just imagined her being there! Bella, the knight, the warrior came over tattooed, pierced, stretchers in her ears afraid of pain she was not. Asian were her eyes Tiger was her heart. Then my high started to wear off so I stood up and ran out of the door!!!

I never got to spend ALL of my money on Celine. I never even got to meet her. I was shattered. I was torn but then I spotted a girl walking on the street as I walked away from the club I invited her to join me in the locomotive. She said, "Get the hell away from me creep!" FUCK!