So Long Bro...

When I first moved into the gaijin house Clint was the first guy I met. He was also the most fun out of all of the people here. He made living in a gaijin house bareable. Now I fear that it no longer will be. Now there is only one other American guy here to chill with, and he's gone in a few days too. Instead of the cute taiwanese girls, who have moved into their own apartment 20 minutes away, there is an old Italian lady living across from me. This place has gone from fun, to run by a bunch of bitchy Korean girls who cook smelly food.

Clint was also funny as hell. Funny because he really doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything. He would come home at like 4 am after partying all night and be in the kitchen bouncing a basketball and muttering to himself about how he was going to beat the shit outta the first person he saw. So I'd go out there and instead he throw me a beer haha. He also was banging one of the taiwanese girls. Problem was she became so clingy and annoying that he started calling her bubble head cuz she do got a big head haha. He even donkey punched the dumb girl. She still didn't get the hint.

Good times, good times.

My boy left today. Clint is gone. Back to the states. He is on his way to Las Vegas as I write this. He will be back in a few weeks for about three days, but for now he is gone. No more beerpong at 2pm on a friday afternoon haha.

When he left he gave me a bunch of things he can't take back with him, one of them the coolest bb gun I have ever seen. Thing looks like a sawed off shot gun. I'ma have some fun up on the roof killing crows with it. I hate those things.

So long Clint, I'm gonna miss you.