Will Got Punched In The Face By A Yokel Last Night

OK so you might think that Martin was exaggerating about how good WILDCAT beer is. In short, he's not. Its Sunday night and I'm sat in at 7.55 sipping the bad boys. Drowning my sorrows some might say as we recently returned from looking at the property I had set my heart on getting. We walked in the mild air for well over an hour attempting to find the apartment with no luck until we stumbled into an estate called “Woods”, luckily the one we had been searching for. Unfortunately this also meant that it would take over an hour for us to walk back home after a night out. Smashed out of our faces on the currently forming Ice. For this reason and various others this meant we were right back to shitty square 1. Homeless and Jobless. Balls, I need another drink, one sec. Yeah so homeless and jobless, living the whistler dream. Nice.

Past 8pm now and I should start getting ready before we go out and meet Martin, from his highly paid job and cheap staff housing, to hit up one of the 5 clubs here in whistler, get truly screwed and forget about the bastard housing rut 80% of the people I have spoke to are in. Although on a more positive note I have a possibility of a job in the 'New Era' shop down here which would be in Josh's words, “Phat Up” cheap hats and inevitably some highly needed steez points. Oh and 'Splitz burger',

'Splitz Burger' you beautiful little shop, you all need to experience this. So yeah, you all know I love burgers but this is the extreme, my heaven, the place of dreams. So basically you enter the shop and the smell hits you, pure beef satisfying my nostrils and teasing my taste buds, Lets go splitz. Order the 'Splitz Burger', with cheese and bacon of course, and move down the counter to the subway experience that awaits. Here you choose the ingredients that are going to for fill your fantasy, then comes the antagonising wait, at least 5 minutes till the half pounder burger is ready. But its well worth the wait. When your name is called, yeah mate personalised, you can run up to the counter and collect your waiting meat injection, heat up the spoon and feel the inescapable high. I can still feel it now, cheapest high I've had. Colin's take, “PPPHHHRRAAAAWWWWW”, I agree. Ok so im about to hit up longhorn. Power to the people, more when I return.

Popcorn everyone, popcorn!