Instead I played ball (haven’t shot a ball in nearly a year) at some park in Santa Monica. I learned:

1. I still got it.

2. I can still tap the backboard.

3. I rock.

Why do I rock? Because the county of Los Angeles agrees:

Anyway, I was going through my cell phone photos and came upon this from Saturday night, after clubbing at Garden of Eden and eating at Jinju Gom Tang.

The note says: “May I please have your number? Yes No”

Naturally, the “No” was circled. Our friend gave this note to a table of four girls at 2 in the morning. Too bad it didn’t work because those girls were kinda hot.

Of course, after they gave the note back, I proceeded to write my phone number on someone’s business card and dropped it off. So far that hasn’t worked either.

Yes because I have neglected this blog the same way I neglected my recently deceased cat.

No because, well, I’m not that stupid.

For the past 2-3 months, I’ve been drinking gallons upon gallons of Grey Goose, often puking it all up before my head hits the pillow.

I’ve documented it all in my Yelp reviews — http://roel.yelp.com — when I should’ve documented it all here. Hence the title “WTF.”

Needless to say, I haven’t been productive save an article in the recent issue of Super Street magazine. Pick up the September 2007 issue at your local newsstands.

You can’t miss it. It features four half-naked girls on the cover.

‘Til next time, bitches!