"Then another hurricane hit. This time it hit Miami Beach where I had moved to and hit hard. There was no power within like 400 miles and after the a couple days of this and with the news saying there would be no power for a month or more. I decided to hop on a plane to LA. I had never been to LA and only know a couple girls that I had worked with in Miami that lived in LA. I had 2 flat tires on my truck and no gas all because of the storm. There was not a gas station for 400 miles open. I got in a cab to West Palm Beach and paid a 150 dollar cab ride to sit on a stand by flight. I sat at the airport all day and the third and last plane out I got the last seat. I got to LA and was having a porn star named Randi Wright going to be picking me up at the airport. I get off the plane and walk towards the outside doors and almost get trampled by 50 to 100 cops running after some black guy through the airport. They lost the guy and never caught him. I am thinking great, where did this plane take me. Anyways I spent 3 weeks trying to get work out here and then things blew up for me. I was working 2 and 3 times a day and couldn’t leave to go back. I Fedex the keys to my navigator to a friend of mine that was a pizza hut driver in Miami Beach and payed over 1000 dollars to get him to empty my apartment and driver the truck to LA. I then flew him back to Miami Beach."

Epic.