January 16th was Albert's birthday. Me, Rob, and Cindy headed there early to find out it wasn't as crackin' as I thought it would be because his parents came home. As soon as Rob and Cindy left, it started to kick in. The 2 gallons of Hennessey that Don copped was almost gone by the time I came so I only got 2-3 shots of it. I felt a buzz, but didn't get shitfaced. I also came through with some GDP and 2 swishers, Dennis had a dub of Sour Diesel on him also, so we took fatass chops to the dome. I think it was worth the stay even though some people shouldn't of came because they couldn't control their drunk-ness. Overall, it was chill as hell. I enjoyed spending my time with Family and meeting new people. Shout out to 2/3 of my sfaced crew, FTB, Solid Boyz, and of course, Family.
Jonathan is a lightweight, it was his first time drinking alcohol and he was a little too hyphy.

Kier and Albert.

Patrick and Marianne.

These two were probably the most on, crossed and all. Dancing to hella music and doin' the most.

Cups, we should of just played beer pong.

Hella food and more cups.

Grand-Daddy Purple. This is probably the most harshest stuff I've smoked before. It gives off a relaxing, slow motion high. It hit me though, after we blazed a chop filled with this dark stuff. We used Dennis' Sour Diesel. Sour Diesel always gets me energetic as hell and giggly. Just smoke it, nawmean'.

The living room.

Alec and Archie.

SFACED X FTB.

I forgot her name, hahaha.

TOOOOO HYPHY.

Chris and Janelle.

HH.

FTB GARBAGE DISPOSAL.

Dennis and Kaleena.

Chris and Homeboy.

The following morning consisted of 3-4 stoges under an hour. I need to quit.
Be easy.