On the 27th of January I will enter my 25th year of life. Some say I'll be 25, but I don't know. With the wisdom I have gained throughout the last quarter of a century, I understand that I have no choice but to bid farewell to los angeles. Why you ask? Well, I won't bore you with all the details, but here's the reader's digest version: I recently fell in love with a striking young woman. Unfortunately, another suitor had become smitten with her as well. As social rule dictates, of course, we were left with no real options. We agreed to street race at dusk. The winner gets the girl, and the loser leaves town. It pains me to walk away from what could be true love...but it pains me even deeper to say goodbye to all of my friends and accomplices here in california. With only a couple weeks left, I urge you to set aside one Saturday night to celebrate me, my birthday, and my departure. Those of you that have been harboring secret lusts would be wise to seduce me in the next few days...or you'll always look back and wonder, "what if?" Don't let me be the one that got away.


WHEN: Saturday January 18th @ 9:30pm til you're sick of me
WHERE: The White Horse (western...just north of sunset...under the super 8)
WHY: Because you love me dearly and hate to see me go