Sunday, May 21: Get up at 11AM, shit, shower, shave then get to Tomatoes A Pizza in Farmington Hills at 14 Mile Road and Middlebelt and buy a large pie. I get the Classic w/pepperoni. This is the best thin pizza in the world, believe it. Eat half of it and save the rest for Monday's breakfast. On the way home pick up beer, snacks, and porn. Stay home and relax, there are many days ahead. Pass out by 10PM - sleep for 12 hours.
Monday, May 22: Wake up at 10AM, throw on jeans, tee shirt, and a leather jacket - drive to Ann Arbor. It's what - 40 miles from Detroit? Piece of cake. Eat the cold pizza on the way. Park in a parking garage. Walk around, hit a few bookstores, record stores, shop / don't shop - you don't care -and have a swell inexpensive Middle-Eastern lunch at Jerusalem's Garden.
Go to Ashley's on South State Street. Screw the bourbon; drink shots of tequila. Get the Chinaco kind. Talk to girls. Buy them drinks. If there are no chicks there, find another joint (many in walking distance) and repeat the process. Monday is a great night to meet babes that toil in the bar & restaurant industry. Their off-work nights are usually Mondays and Tuesdays so they party their asses off; get really drunk - in theory, anyway. Find a chick, don't be fussy, drink like a mutha, bang her, and stay at her pad. Or crash in your car. It's in the parking garage, remember?
Tuesday, May 23: Wake up when you feel like it and drive back home towards Detroit. Buy beer, tequila, lunchmeat and bread. Stop at the Book Beat in Oak Park and get Peter Guralnick's Dream Boogie, a bio on Sam Cooke - a killer read. Sam used to call everyone fucker, ha, ha, ha. Drink beer and /or tequila till you pass out.Wednesday, May 24: Wake up, hit your favorite local crack house and smoke your brains out. Reflect on your life, contemplate the future. Bang a crack whore. Walk - do not drive, fucker - home the next morning.