So it appears that there may be a light at the end of the tunnel for the Killa as I sit here in the computer lab at West Basic Sciences. I’m sure there are all manner of hoops to be jumped through and various toils and hardships that I probably could have avoided if not for pride, but I made my bed and must lie in it. I’m sure this is cryptic enough, but somehow over these years I’ve managed to become more secretive and less informative on this here olde blogge.

Anyway I will give you a day by day wrap up of the 27th annual Universal Appreciation and Love-Showing of The Killa Cal Celebration.

I got to town on Wednesday via the homie Geoff and the trusty bug smashing H2. Calls were made, clothes were washed, Grandma’s Boy was watched (FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY SILLY FUNNY movie!), and eventually moves were made. We ended up going out to the Fox Sports Grill at Atlantic Station and met up with the homie Nicole and Drewski and his homie. Lots of Jack Daniels was drank (this will be a recurring theme).

Thursday Geoff needed to do some shopping so the Lenox Mall move was made. While there I ran into this guy who I super honestly (and this is a terrible thing to say….but I guess indicative of the social times) thought was either dead or in jail. I guess it makes me a bad person to have immediately thought about that when I saw him, but I….I…..I’m just being honest. Anyway after the Lenox move we went to a local wing spot, Loco’s and smashed about 7 pitchers of Sweetwater 420 Beer. After getting sufficiently hammered and smashing a few wings/queso and chips we headed over to Leopard Lounge. I really can’t say enough about that spot man. Like if I were an ATL balling type dude with money hanging out of my pockets I’d be there every single Thursday night. Fun was had! Lots of Jack Daniels was drank!

Friday…..the actual Killa Birthday….this is when things get kind of hazy. I honestly don’t remember much about what was done. Me and Lyndsey went to see X-Men 3 which I thoroughly enjoyed. We went to Moe’s Southwest Grill which I also thoroughly enjoyed. We scooped up the homie Nile and headed over to Atlantic Station for the official “watch and participate as Killa gets sloppy drunk and does foolish things in the name of alcohol festivities” which has been a staple in my birthday celebration since the age of 20. This was one of the best (as I noted in the previous entry). I gotta thank Deah and Chez for holding down a PRIME location on the third floor up at Strip, even under duress!! Details are hazy, but more than one person had a triple digit drink tab (thanks guys again), I had conversations with my cousin Rai Rai that I don’t remember at all, I ran into my cousin Kevin who couldn’t believe that I was as old as I was….I don’t know how I got home, but I know I woke up face down on the carpet. Thanks to everyone who called, texted, whatever….Lots of Jack Daniels was drank!

Saturday….after a long recovery period I ended up getting dressed and meeting up with the homie Nile. We rode the marta through the hood (just like Kast!…how many Kast references are in this entry?….not enough!!)….the first 4/5ths of the trip involved this young dude named “Pierre” who fancied himself as some sort of young Chris Rock type. He had hella jokes. He reminded me of a younger version of Nile actually which was ironic because Nile didn’t find him the least bit humorous. I had to hold back laughs at times because I didn’t want to encourage that young thundercat, but all in all dude was entertaining…or at least made the ride to that point entertaining. Then at Five Points this young hippity hoppity (see I’m old now) cat gets on the train and implores us to listen to his CD (I guess niggas don’t go around with Demo tapes to execs anymore…..they let the public decide….whatever!)….when Nile and I passed he got HOSTILE. Asking us, “Where da fuck y’all niggas from” as he slapped Nile’s knee. Needless to say, adult restraint kept that situation from escalating! Anyway we eventually made it to Hooters where we smashed more pitchers of beer. The homies Regginelli and Whitehead showed up and we had a good time. We had kinda poor service but we sat our waitress down and almost made her cry, then made up with her and ended up even enjoying her company….eventually we headed out and after an aborted trip to the Copelands Cheesecake Bistro (they were closing) we ended up at some ghetto “trap” club called Amnesia in Ben Hill by Greenbriar Mall. It turned out that Baby D and Maceo were having a “concert” if you want to call it that. Several threats were made to a rival record company who was allegedly present by Maceo, and at one point the Killa feared for his life. Still I drank some Crown (in lieu of Jack….), snuck camera phone pictures of a ghetto booty, and managed to have fun. I ended up crashing at Nile’s house.

Sunday we woke up late, but eventually made it to Six Flags. I rode the Goliath twice, the second time paralyzed in fear that it’d get stuck at the top of the lift hill like it had 4 times previous in the hour we waited. I lamented the lost days of picking up chicks there because all of the girls there were 16 and under. I rode the overrated Superman. We left and almost immediately headed to the BBQ at Breedlove’s house. It was off the chain. Lots of beer was drank. I smashed two plates of food. I had a blast!

Monday I kicked it with moms and my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin Rai. We ate and talked and had good old family fun. Then I met back up with the homie James Derrick (who might not exist) and Nile and went to the homie Kasi’s house to help him smash a keg of beer (Sweetwater again…I’m going to miss that beer….it was great!!).

Tuesday was a wash more clothes/get on the road day. When I got back I chilled with the homie E. Dubb/Jane Yamamoto/E. Union. I discovered that after 11 you can get broken down boxes from Wally World! Do the wonders ever cease with that place???

Well that’s enough for this long winded entry…..this should hold you 3 readers for a week or so!