Nothing Matters Before "I Love You"

Pol Pot





Angkor Wat

I won't get into the details of how a seven month relationship got torn apart less than 24 hours after the words "I love you" were exchanged for the first time (her fault), but I will tell you that I'm in need of a holiday.

Luckily, I'm off to Cambodia tomorrow. The first thing I'm going to do when I get there is go to the firing range, get a bazooka, and blow something up. After that, I should feel a bit better.

My homeboy Aziz a.k.a. "No Limit" will be meeting me there. I should be fully recovered by the time I return.