



It took us 3 hours to get there. Thats further than a trip to San Diego!
We pull up to a dirt field with a stage in the middle, beer stands galore and a ton of puerto ricans. Yup! This is where it's at.

OKAY, the concert was suppose to begin at 7 but the DJ was the only artist there I guess cause we stood there for an hour before any singing/rapping artist came on.
Finally, the Puerto Rican Jill Scott came out

She was actually cool, she was backing up on random dudes from the audience and had a song about "ehhstripurs" or in english...STRIPPERS.


Her dancers were looking very nice.

I just pointed the camera backward and snapped a picture of the crowd. There was easily 2000 people there and you felt it. It was an outdoor thing and it felt like a suana. Standing in total for 8 hours in the human suana caused my brain to go into coma mode. The pain took over and I just stood the rest of the night with a blank stare on my face which everyone could clearly see read "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE".
Some other artists came out...did there thing...sound was lost, crowd started singing the songs, it got hotter from all the hot breaths singing. Sound came back, more artists. Its 12:45 a.m. and the artist everyone was waiting for finally came out.

De La Ghetto

I'm not gonna lie, I caught myself dancing to his performance...and thanks to KPs ipod I caught myself knowing some of the words LOL.
He got off stage, some other dude came on but I was done so I headed to the car and waited for K.P. to get his jollies off. The concert ended at 2:30 a.m. but it took us an hour to leave the parking lot. 3 hr road trip back to the apartment left us with a 6:30-6:45a.m. arrival...gave us enough time to take a 2 hr nap before we had to move out our studio into an even smaller studio.



so I had K.P. follow that shit, LOL.


I'm in the passenger giddy as hell thinking I'm the Discovery Channel chasing down a storm when out of nowhere ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE AND WE GET CAUGHT IN THE STORM

Drive, Nigga! Drive!!!!


We get home, wind gusts and tidal wave rainfall chasing after us, we make it safely into our apt and wait out the tropical storm.


It was surreal but we headed on out to San Juan


Did My shopping

Coach had an additional 50% off clearance sale going so I had to take care of my family.

Been craving a frap, so me and K.P. stopped by Starbucks and caught up with our text messaging. Ended our afternoon there.

Little did we know that the trail went all downhill for 30 minutes to reach the waterfalls. 30 minutes downhill can only mean 1 thing....30 minutes UP! Ay ya Ay, good thing my trainer, Cocksville, has prepared me for this cardio workout.
Down we go...

But wait, K.P. encountahs something he's not to shaa of, could it be anofa species?

No. Karl, its a woman!!!

Down some more...shit is beginning to be an endless trek down but finally we reach our destination.



Aftah Figyaing out there wasn't any crocodiles or alligatahs, it was time to go home. And so began a 30 minute climb.

Paid $10 to get in and was given a free drink card (which when you try to redeem you're given some black market off brand liquor with some store brand juice). Here is where the SU comes as you must continue to drink a beverage as long as you're there. Thats right...you wanna see some chi chi's and nalgas, you have to always be consuming something. Whack! Ordered a damned heineken which costed $9.50, thats not a typo...NINE DOLLARS AND 50 CENTS! I can go on a date for $9.50 and get more than TOPLESS DANCING.
Seeing how we were in Puerto Rico and every women we've passed on the streets, malls, and various establishments are neck breaking beautiful, I expected some bad women. Like 40-50 inch butts and cup sizes in the Ds and above but noooooooo we get three girls...3! And now this is where the CK completes the word...SUCK! We stayed for an hr and saw all of them twice which is the first for me. The highlight of the night was me having a pretty elaborate conversation with one of the dancers while she was on stage performing. Found out her real name, that she's from MIAMI and that she really had to boo boo. All in all, it beat staying home watching DEADLIEST CATCH MARATHON.
The moral of the story? DO NOT GO TO DIVAS. HELL, DO NOT GO OUT OF THE COUNTRY TO VISIT A STRIP CLUB. In hindsight I feel really damned stupid for forking over $20 tonight. DEADLIEST CATCH doesn't sound too bad now that I think of it. I told Pounders to just call the girl on craigslist. At least with craigslist you're guaranteed happy endings.

From Left to Right ( Massiel, Pounders, and Brenda)
Girls are hot, right? The one on the left is a Brazilian/Dominican mix and the one on the right is Puerto Rican, both from New Yawwwwwwk! They were both cool but I think Karl like Brenda more.

We bullshitting, girls wanted to take pictures till we had to get back to the dock for a party boat thing we was gonna go on. Well I let Karl handle his business and started thinking...this isn't always a good thing. Being that I am without shame...I'm that guy that will spark up conversations with complete strangers just because. Well, just cause I'm in another country don't mean I've changed.

It was damn near 3a.m. when I spotted this couple near where we were taking pictures. Got to talking to them, the dude is 17 and his girl is 16 and they just relaxing at 3 a.m. in the morning. The funny thing about P.R. is that kids are like grown folks out there. They have no curfew...This shit baffled me cause my mom wouldn't let me cross the street til I was 15, LOL.
We head back to the dock to get on the our party boat but what ensues next is neither exaggerated nor made up in any way, shape or form.

Thats the New Yawwk girls yelling at the owner of the boat for a refund. The boat that had left before us was cracking but when the time came for us to go that shit was straight bootie...there was 4 people on the boat...US! we paid $14 each for that shit.
We get off the boat, they argue and try to slang their tickets to people walking by but one of the promoters kept cock blocking her and was offering the tickets for $7 each instead of the $14, LOL. Cold piece that lady was.
Well a good hour passes by just arguing and then a break in the tension.

Met some more folk from New Yawwk...one just happened to be wearing the exact but opposite of my shirt. Real cool dudes.
Long story short, we walk off with all the NEW YAWWWKERS and head to a pub. Yadda Yadda, I end up drunk within 10 minutes cause I think I'm in Los Angeles and take every drink to the head. 2 hen and cokes and 2 cranberry vodkas. Ehh, it's just a liver.
end the night by stumbling to the car, coming home to the cramped, hot waterless hell hole and knock out.
Today's Mission: GO TO THE BEACH...WHERE THERE'S NO SHORTAGE OF WOMEN...AND GET KARL LAID.
We head out to one of the many beaches here in Puerto Rico, ISLA VERDE, but if you're puerto rican you'd pronunce it
ISLA VERLE. They omit the R's out here and I'm already borderline retarded when it comes to speaking Spanish in front
of people I know speak it better so you can imagine my face when I'm conversing with these folks. Anyway on to the pictures
I know my objective so as soon as I set foot on the beach I get to work. I find two young women who I know will get the
"she can get it" approval from K.P.

In reality, everyone can pretty much get it. Karls used this phrase about 600 times out here and the locals are
catching on. Its seems he's started a new catch phrase but back to the topic.
I do my job

As she walks towards me I can't help but think why I don't holler but then I remember what I was sent out here to do
I send Karl on his way

and what would you know....HE ACTUALLY HOLDS A NICE OCEAN SWIM CONVERSATION WITH NOT ONE BUT WITH BOTH OF THEM.

By the look on K.P.'s face he's excited.
The end result of todays interaction is TO BE CONTINUED. We exchanged info and what not. Turns out they're
from New York and here on vacation so we have a small window of time to get these girls drunk enough to have sex
with Karl.
I'll post more pictures of the women I was stalking for K.P. tomorrow. STAY TUNED!