Fenkell + David Banner = Florence Factoring

Just got back from Club Maracana with Sky. David Banner was performing at the club which was incredible. Once we got to the club we sat down at our VIP table and began anticipating Banner. Within a few short minutes Banners boys came out and started singing some poop schwaggles. After a five minute delay or so of the schwaggs out came David. He is absolutely jacked and not too good looking but regardless he knows how to be like, "A pimp gets down on the floor." He ventured off the stage shortly there after and ended up next to our booth. Sweating, dripping champagne, and surely monstorous he approached our booth. My boy Mike Klutchin was dancing on top of the VIP booth and soon found himself next to the ginormous monster. Banner proceeded to pour champagne down his throat and asked him to take his shirt off. With no hesitiation off came Klutch's shirt. He danced next to Banner for a minute before he walked off. I got to shake his hand. Regardless though, Klutch's performance was and is one of the single greatest things I've seen abroad or for that matter in general. I sat and watched Klutch basically get hit on by David Banner. The rest of the night is not really comparable to that but I really enjoyed the guy to girl ratio and enjoyed the bouncer who ashed a cigarette on my fucking hand. I sit here on my boy Weitz's bed about to pass out. I head back to Rome tomorrow morning, looking foward to another few great nights out before returning to Barcelona on Saturday for a few days. Soon after as in cinco de Mayo, or Monday May 5th, I head back to America to see Dudley Fenkell and the rest of my family whom I haven't seen in over 5 months. Nuff Nuff. Vajjj factory.