Grab a book, a malty beverage, and a bag o snacks...
Played with the ekaj (J$) today. We rolled it at my place, Riverbend. J$ shows up about 1.5hrs before the 8:30 tee time, straight animal. I rolled up after witnessing a crash on 59 south, going about 70, what a fucking idiot (I’ll post video (:19 mark), and the hell you thought I listen to? I listen to that pump me up shit!). Walking to the green, my man is putting in that work. We hit the range, he starts mentioning courses, I have no idea where they are, I told him I needed to get out more. Big facts. I’m playing Augusta next week. Joking, I might play somewhere else next week 😂. We’re off...
#1 par 5 559, driver -> 1i -> chip -> putt -> bird “course fucking record, let’s go!”. #4 par 3, 3 jack, even 🤦♂️. Make the turn +4, nice job Juan. Finished 40-36 and had an excellent time.
Off to cook a brisket, pork belly burnt ends, and brisket pork belly 👀🔥
Maybe I nap first? No, because I’ll have nightmares about my wedges.
Brisket tonight (for tomorrow). 
