I flew into Tampa on Thursday night and it seems everyones gone or no longer down to party...except for Fish.

I chilled with Vic for the first time in super long. He's russian and can drink at least 10 tall boys before he feels any kind of drunk. When I was in 9th grade, Vic was in 12th and used to take me home from school. One day I was

running my mouth like usual to some jocks when I was in the passenger seat of his car and these dudes came up and tried to kick my ass. Vic got out of his car and pulled out a pipe from under his seat and in his accent said something

along the lines of "You mess with my friend, I'll fucking kill you". These kids were so scared, I'll never forget that. He also used to keep a bottle of Popov in the trunk to take the edge of before class.

Oh Scotty