Apparently Mr. Westchester, New York got arrested yesterday. A girl that works at Uno's works with him at another job and she told me this. This. Guess what else, they are all friends cause this same girl saw all three of those ruffians at a bar and they were all talking about it. Good friends you have Mr. Westchester. I'm sure he was pretty happy when the police told him that his 2 friends blamed it all on him. What idiots. All the way around. First, you beat up one person when there's 3 of you. Then you lie to the police and you all get caught on these lies. Idiots. Hey Mr. Westchester, don't drop the soap in shower.

In other news, somebody just gave me a Grade cd that I didn't have. I didn't even know it existed. How wonderful.

I heard there's a Vodka Gimlet party around the way. What time does it start?

I gots no flow, but I got me the thirst for a gimlet. Word.

The Cadillac Blindside show last night was hot. Really hot. I made the comment last night that you know you are getting older when your back is the place where most of your sweat comes from. Gross. The guys in the band were overly nice and the interview was just as nice. If anybody wants a Cadillac Blindside sticker I got about twenty courtesty of James, the short guitar player. James and I share the same love for the one and only GNFUCKINR. It's so great to know that there are people like you all around the world, or at least people who are like you that are from Minnesota.

Police Update: I talked to the police yesterday and they talked to Adam. According to Adam his only involvement in the fight was him trying to break it up. Bullshit. What do you guys think. Bullshit or no bullshit. It pissed me off that he said he was only trying to break it up. That's not the truth. Him and his other friend put the blame on the guy who went up to me and said " my friend Adam thinks your a pussy" They said that they had just met that guy that night. I think that BS too, and pretty lame that they put all the blame on him, but little do any of those guys know that we now know that guys full name too. I can't wait till they talk to him and they tell him that his friends put all the blame on him. Let me tell you I'm quite the detective. I won't tell you how I found out that guys name, but I put in a few calls here, a few calls there, a couple to the president and whala! we got winner. Sorry dood, you should have not made it such common knowledge that you were from Westchester, New York. Bet you're not so proud to be from there now, are you?

Alright doods, I'm outta heeeeeerrrrrreeeee. Stay cool, stay cool forever.

The whole left side of my body waist up is in pain.My jaw is sore. My head feels like a ballon and best of all I got a swollen left breast cause those fuckers decided to step on my chestI am filled with rage. Rage!< Ah, yes. How do you say rage? Isn't wonderful that their is now a manhunt by a whole fraternity for my head. Come and get me you pussies! You frat boy queers! They really didn't like it when I called them that. So much so, that one of the guys said, "I'm from Westchester, New York there are no queers there." So that's why you're so closed minded? Right now, I'm going to call the police and hear the other side of the story. I can't wait to see what these guys have to say. Stay tuned.

So I got beat up last night by three guys at bartime right outside of Triangle Market. There will be a few questions that I would like to ask my readers as to what should be done. Here's the story...I'm walking out of the Plaza last night heading on State and Johnson when I see this kid (Adam) that I went to high school with who is a few years younger than me. I say hi, give him five down low like guys do and I keep on walking. I then stop on the corner of Triangle to talk to my friends that I was with(4 girls) when one of the guys Adam was with comes up to me and says, "My friend Adam thinks you're a fucking pussy." To which I say, " Great. Fuck off and leave me alone." But this guy just keeps on getting in my face, etc and then there is another friend of Adam's that starts getting in my face. At this point I start yelling at them " What are you going to do beat up. Go ahead there is 3 of you and one of me. Kick my ass. You'll prove nothing." Mind you I have no beef with Adam at all. I've never been anything, but nice to this kid. When he started going to school here we would invite him to parties, bars, etc. Anyways, they are kind of pushing me around at this point all the while Adam is standing at a distance with a smirk on his face. So I continue yelling and at this point I said," Come on, you frat boy queers there is 3 of you, beat me up. So the pushing continues, mind you I wasn't really pushing anyone, two guys were pushing me around. I then spit at Adam who is still at distance and then I get rushed by all three. I got punched in the face, etc. They also decided to kick me in the head and chest while they were on top of me and I was on the ground. I don't remember who broke it up cause I was seeing stars. I got up and walked away with my friends. They all also decided to say, "Go hide behind your girlfriends" Sorry doods, three of you one of me, I wasn't hiding behind anyone.

I came home talked to my roommates about it and decided to do nothing about. Today, I talked to my brother and he said I should press charges so I did. I got pictures taken of all my injuries, etc. What would you do? Press charges? I just pisses me off that these frat boys went out looking for a fight and then decided to fight one person when there was three of them. Plus, they were all bigger than I was. They also punched one of the girls. Bullshit in my eyes. I think they deserve to be punished for being so stupid and having that I rule frat boy mentality. The thing about is that I don't think this was the first night that they did this. SO tell me what would you have done?

My head hurts. Still. Had a major dance party at my hizhouse last night after the bars closed. Such hits from the Cure, Depeche Mode, and many others where played and the dancing continued to till the wee hours of the morning. Awesome. I can spin like no other. All the ladies were impressed that I kept on pulling out the hits. I'm the best. Being that I was up till very late it made for a very interesting day at work. To start off, I got major attitude from the bitch bartender for filling a glass of water at the bar. "Uh, Mauricio could you do that at the pantry from now on." "Sure, but could you do me a favor when you get a chance. Could you go fuck yourself" I don't understand why people have to have an attitude like that. This girl has been nothing but a bitch to me since I've worked there. She's on strike two. When strike three comes the Colombian Cowboy is going to pull out his lasso and let her know who rules the school. Due to a job well done I'm now the main host and will be working five days a week and doing doubles on two of those days. One of the managers said I've been doing a great job, but that I need a little more pep. I"ll show you more pep, but when you get a chance could you go fuck yourself boss.

Good story... yesterday at Brats for the U.S. game I ventured into the bathroom only to find a guy snoring on the toilet in the stall with his pants around his ankles. It was hilarous. I went up and told the bartender about it they then proceeded to try and get him out and it over 20 minutes cause the stall was closed. The guy then got escorted out of the bar...at 7:30 in the morning. Way to go dood. Make sure and tell your friends and family about how cool you are.

I got to go lay down. See you tonight at any bar that start's with a P.

I just got back from Brats and boy was it packed. There was a line till halftime. Luckily I got there bright and early and secured myself a seat. Comments on the game...as my neighbor across the way would say that game FILLED ME WITH RAGE!!! RAGE!!!

State St. Brats will be showing the U.S. game at six in the morning tomorrow. Everybody should go there and we can get sloppy for breakfest.

"Yes, I'd like some eggs and a Stoligimlet."

In other news, it's hot. Sweaty boy. I'm a sweaty boy today.

Just cause the U.S. is playing at six in the morning doesn't mean you can't stay up to watch England vs Brazil at 1:30am. Games like that are few and far between. I can't wait. I've got full blown World Cup fever. My mom told yesterday that she had World Cup fever. Way to go Clara.

Why do I keep on waking up at 6:30 when there's not even a soccer game on? I want answers.

As reported earlier last night was grand. Dood, you're totally on the team. How does starting right defense sound? With your "aggresive" behavior while drinking combined with your ability to land a triple axel I believe this is the position for you. Don't dissappoint the team. The team just keeps on getting stronger. Maybe there should be a Vodka Gimlet party. I'd prefer that the team go out on pub crawl. What a fucking nightmare that would be.

Today I will interview Home of The Brave. They have a new disc out, but I've never heard it. What should I ask them?

The sun is out. Maybe the Plaza girls will call me to go to the park...time for a nap.

Extra tired today. Did anybody see the show last night? Want a hunk of crap. At least you saw some Hey Mercedes, Harlow and some Duvall songs. Next week I'll be co-hosting. Thank God.

Tonight I get to have some gimlets with an old friend. It should be grand.

I was supposed to go to the park today with the girls from the Plaza who always bring their own beer, but it rained. Godammit why did have to rain? The good thing about all this is that their is two of them and one of me. If my fuzzy math is correct I believe I come out on top of that equation. They're both lookers and I'm staring at both of them. The three of us and company will be going to Club A on Friday night. That should be grand too. Club A for all of you who don't know is Club Amazon. I believe once every summer you should go there just to realize that your life and night life really is not that bad and that it could be much, much worse.

Watch me tonight on WYOU, channel 4 at 10:30pm. It's a lame show called "Madison This Week". Tonight we will be doing a Greatest Hits show. Greatest Hits? Right. Either way there will probably be an interview with me and Duvall or Hey Mercedes tonight. I can't decide. I might even make it live on set. This summer season I will be doing interviews with Cadillac Blindside, Home of the Brave, The Alkaline Trio and possibly The Anniversary, but I'm not sure on the last one yet. After the show I will probably head down to the Plaza for some 2 dollar Newcastle's and a couple glasses full of fun. See you there.

P.S. I'm really, really tired. Did I really have to watch Turkey vs Japan? And why didn't anybody tell me that the Italy game was at 6:30am and not 6am? I want answers. I want some sleep. I want a gimlet.

P.P.S. I watched Clockwork Orange last night before the Japan game. Woah. Maybe that's why I didn't get any sleep.

My name is Doug at I'm outta heeeeeerrrrrreeee.

I think my dad's going crazy. Happy Father's day, father. My two kids got me wonderful gifts today. I would just like to tell my readers that being a father has been nothing, but a joy. I got my dad the Andrew W.K. cd. Like father,like son we party till we puke. Did anybody see the sky get darker and feel then wind pick up on Father's Day? It was probably because my lovely family made their way to Madison. What a fucking nightmare. Things that occured during the Reyes Father's Day extravaganza...

1. I played my dad a song on the guitar to the tune of "You are My Sunshine" substituting Sunshine for father. This went on for a good hour.
2. My mom telling everybody at dinner that she thought my brother looked like JFK Jr. and that my other brother looked like Keanu Reeves. Neither look anything like these two fine stars.
3. My little sister getting lost on State St. and then being swept up the parade of protester. (More on that later)
4. Asking my mom when they were going to leave cause I thought they should leave soon.
5. Repeatedly asking my sister if she was going to order a Chalupa for dinner.(sidenote: we at Cafe Continental)
6. Both Dr. Reyes Sr and Jr. confirming that I have a fracture in my hand. Dad if you're reading this I didn't fall down the stairs. I dropkicked a Jeep Cherokee and fell on my ass in a drunken haze.

About them protests. I was kind of disappointed at the size of the crowd, but very impressed to find out that there was a mini riot. I love the anarchist with the bandanas over their face. One of my brothers is an anarchists, but he doesn't wear bandanas over his face. A couple years ago he went the annual anarchist convention in Chicago and spent a chunk of the day talking to Tim Armstrong of Rancid. Just cause he's an anarchist, doesn't mean he's a punk so he had no idea who Timmy was till Timmy told him. Way to go brah.

So once again I am shocked that the U.S. made it to the quarterfinals. I'm not shocked that they beat Mexico cause I knew Mexico wasn't very good contrary to popular belief. It's just amazing that they've made this far. I think they can beat Germany. What was with the Mexican coach putting in Luis Hernandez and Garcia Aspe into the game. What a joke. Those guys are like dinosaurs. Alright, I will go out on a limb and say the U.S. will beat Germany and lose in the semis. That's right, I said it.

...And that is all my friends

Never, ever disrescept The Pub. Mates of State was off the adult diaper. I won, I know i did. If you don't watch soccer you are a loser. Dubbya ate at Magnus tonight. A much more reiable source told me. Don't be jeluous. It's past four in the morning and I don't know how to spell jeluous or jeulous or jeluous or strawberries or Babou Diop.

Who says people don't blog on weekends? Once again I am extremely tired. Just got up from a 3 hour nap and I think I could use a couple more hours. England won, 3-0. On to the quarterfinals where they will most likely face Brazil. What a game that will be. Woah.

I must share this story with you, my readers. Last night at around 4am I heard people having sex in the parking lot behind my house. Mind you that my room is on the 2nd floor of our house. It sounded like a large animal was being continuously shot. I've actually never heard a large animal get continuously shot, but when I do I'm sure it will sound like what I heard last night. Woah. These "noises" lasted a good 15minutes and consisted of a girl screaming mercy the whole time. Very loud. I heard such words as, "fuck," "me," "hard," "harder" It was like a bad porn movie in my own backyard. Yikes. The best part about it is that I couldn't figure out where these "noises" were coming from until a nice car light turns on and this dood and girl start putting their clothes back on. By this point I'm in a state of shock to what had just occurred, but it only got better. The male involved then proceeded to tell the girl how to get home and just walked away. I then screamed down to male, " Way to go. You just woke up the whole block" to which he responded, "I know. I'm a motherfucking pimp" No, dood. You're not a pimp. You just had sex in a car, in a parking lot." A real "pimp" would of had the decency to at least, at least use a bed. People these days.

Tonight I will hopefully heading down to the Union to see Mates of State and Co. If you see me buy me a beer or five cause I'm low on the duckets. Alright kiddies I'm outta here. Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.

Everybody watch the US game. It's at 6am. I'll be up, will you? Other than that I'm still tired. This World Cup is killing me, but I will not give up. Must watch soccer. Must watch soccer. Did everybody see the players from Argentina cry after their game? What losers. Dirty losers.

I'm bored, I'm tired. I need a drink or a cigarette or anything else that's smokable.

I need new cd's.

Make me a mix and I'll give you a hug...or a mix.

I need to move. As of right now come middle of August I will be in:
1. Los Angeles
2. London
These are my power rankings for where I will move in August. LA has a pretty good hold on #1.
3.Madison
4.Chicago-my hometown...It will be too easy to move back to Chicago. I need something new. I want to meet new people. I wanna rock.

Argentina lost. I'm a happy Colombian. The disappoinment of Colombia not making the World Cup was completely washed away with happiness when Argentina choked and didn't make it to the second round. Dirty Argentina. Dirty. I'm tired. I got word last night that the Unholy Spirit will be making an appearance this Friday night in Madison. If anybody sees her punch her in the face for me and tell her the Colombian Cowboy sent you.

I'll be rocking the White Horse tonight cause the Duck moved up in ranks and is now a bartender.

I saw the most ridiculous video this morning by some total tool that goes by the name of Thicke. This is horrible. Just horrible. I thought it was one of those joke commercials, but no, it wasn't. I guess this is a warning to all my readers that this guy is the biggest piece of shit ever. I can't believe he has a record contract. Stupid A&R people. It's a mix of nsync, jamoraquai(sp) and the shit I took today after I ate Mexican food for lunch. Horrible. Just horrible.

Does anybody have a cigarette?

The US plays tonight, everbody tune in. Argentina lost which means England won, which means that I'm pretty happy. Nobody gave me 15 dollars so I didn't get to see Evan Dando on Thursday. Funny how things work cause that night I went home with a girl. Go me. The best part about it is that I went home at 7a.m. so I could watch the England game. That my friends is dedication. Is that bad? I think she knew that I was going home to watch soccer. I'm the best. Give it up.

Last night I found myself on the roof of La Ciel at 3am with some people I don't really know. I've never been to La Ciel let alone the roof. It was a very nice view. Earlier that night I was at the Plaza and these two girls brought bottles of beer to the bar. That my friends is class. Ladies, if you're reading this bring a couple for me next time. If I had a purse I would bring beer to the bar too. But I don't have a purse... I only have two pockets for two beers...that would make for three bulges in my pants.

Whoa... Dee Dee Ramone died. Two Ramones in one year. My friend Liam wants to read every Dee Dee Ramone book this summer. Apparently it was a drug overdose. Don't do drugs kids. Or at least don't do alot them all at once. Or at least don't do alot of the ones that can kill you all at once. You're catching my drift, right? Right.

My favorite Ramones song- Sha-la-la(Howling at the Moon) and many other songs.

I am seriously having some fucked up dreams today. Time to wake up. Don't go back to sleep.

Does anybody want to lend me 15 bucks so I can see Evan Dando tonight? You know you want to...

I'm in last place for my fanasty World Cup group. Fear not though, I will win. The friends that are in the group all have real jobs, you know the ones that pay by salary and not by the hour, and they want to put up 50 bucks a person for the winner. If I won, I'd get 200. If I lost, I'd lose 50 that I don't have. I think I'll just say yes and if I lose I'll just move to Colombia.

I just woke up from a horrible dream that involved the Unholy Spirit(sidenote: for all of those who don't know the Unholy Spirit refers to my last girlfriend. She, along with two other ex-girlfriends, the Devil and the Antichrist, complete my Axis of Evil.) I was sweating when I woke up. What a fucking nightmare.

Did anyone catch the Senegal game last night? Those guys are amazing. I had no idea.

Look the sun's out, but being that I caught the first game last night, took 2 hour nap after it, and then watched the France game I think I will now go back to bed. What do you think about that? That's what I thought.

Holy shit. The US beat Portugal 3-2. That's just shocking. Note to Bruce Arena(US coach)... Bruce, if you are reading this blog Jeff Agoos and Cobi Jones are too old and slow. Do your team and country a favor and don't play them in the next game. I've watched so many soccer games in the past 5 days. I've watched all, but three games. I'm the best. I stayed up till 8:30 this morning and it's a good thing that I did cause Ireland scored a spectacular goal in the last minute that was just ricockulous. And it will only get better. Argentina plays England in a couple days and oh am I excited. I hate Argentina with a deep, dark passion. Email me and I'll tell you why.

So who likes the remodeling? Is it hard on the eyes? I would like to thank The Agent for helping on the remodeling. You can read her stuff by clicking on the Nikki link. This blog is called Nikki cause Nikki means journal in Japanese. Therefore, this blog should not be confused with Nikki Sixx's blog which can be found here

I offered to buy her a beer for her help, but she said she didn't like beer and that she would prefer tofu. I just don't know what to say about that.

The combination of endless soccer, being the host with the most at Uno's and being the assistant captain of the summer gimlet team is starting to take its toll, but I will presevere my friends, I will. From now until the 19th there's at least three games on a day. I can do it. You can do it. We all can do it.

I lost my ATM card. Has anybody seen it?

"We've past out on the kitchen floor another week goes by and I haven't been dreaming. And though I can't remember what I did last night, I hear stories in the morning. And I know that I'm out of control because when I drink nothing really matters. I missed the sunrise. Could barely open my eyes, and now I've got to pull myself together."

England plays at four in morning. I'm excited. I've got World Cup fever. I've got Vodka Gimlet fever. It makes for an interesting combination. Example: Watching a soccer game as the sun is coming up in the morning and then waking up on your couch at 11:00am wondering how you got there.

I started work yesterday. It's all girls and gay doods. Works for me.