Resistance Is Futile

I was hanging out at a friend's house in Manhattan Beach most of the night Friday so I wasn't at the house. Oddly enough much of our time was spent talking about the Hurricane and how this story will ultimately end. Anyway, I came home to the house looking like a Hurricane hit it. Usually he does this on Sundays but it looks like he was bored this Friday night.

Remember, the Hurricane never goes anywhere other than work. He has lived in Newport Beach, beachfront, for an entire year and has not made a single friend. The only person that will hang out with this creature is his buddhist mentor....and he pays him for that! So here we are, I snapped a couple of pictures early this morning before I headed out of town. Enjoy.




And it looks like the chair in the living room is his new closet. Makes sense since the couch is his new bed.


I don't like to lose. I've been raised in a household where I was always told to win, at everything. Be the best in sports, be the smartest in your class, etc etc. My natural instincts tell me I can be way dirtier than the Hurricane, completely outdo him in his own disgustingness, but this last pic was my feeble attempt and a week's worth of not throwing anything away. Resistance is truly futile. I give up.