Amir took this sick IQ test. I gave him a hard time for it but I respect him so much. He's probably the smartest person I know. It kills me to put this online.
I'm conflicted as fuck. Part of me knows that Jake would die if I left, but part of me knows that I just can't be in this country anymore. Michael Moore was right. Also, gun control is so debatable. I need to take a mental vacation
Jake told me that he was extra antsy that day because of the pain killers. Then he told me that he could "never stay mad" at me and that we were back to being best buds for life. No duh. Nothing could tear us apart, not even a broken wrist
Jake and I will get lunch together like, almost every day. We talk about everything and nothing. It's like a therapy session in which we're both patient and doctor. We both leave feeling so much better, and this is a great example of that.
Sleeping under the stars is the only way to do it, brother. Just you and the big man upstairs, swappin' stories about what it's like to be a #1 playa'. I wouldn't expect ANYBODY to understand that.
Even at 37,000 feet, soaring five miles above Jake's earth, we are bros. Through and through. I even saved my peanuts for him. He's allergic -- but it's the thought that counts.
I hope, for your sake, Amanda sees this video and realizes what a lying sack of shit you are. I'm sorry, you know I don't mean that. It fucking kills me to put this up. Just call me and I'll take it down.
I know I talk shop like I understand the answers to life's impossible questions. The truth is I have no fucking idea. And I will forever feel like I've let Amir down for that.