Jul 12, 2004 02:52
Oh man. SO me and Linds go over to this guy Johns house. John is the sweetest guy ever. He works at center stage tattoo studio, and Lindsey's going to work there.
We just chilled over there. Me still being sick, I decided not to smoke with them even though I really wanted to. We watched stand up comedy for a while, then the movie The Good Son, so fucked up, I've seen it like 93982285 times.
Then the way home...RIGHT when I leave the parking lot, my low fuel light comes on.....not even 2 miles later....my radio shuts off. Uh oh. Then I push the gas pedal down, and the acceleration is hesitating. Fuck. So I pull into this subdivision side street, which is like down the hill a few streets from a QT. I call Linds, she said she'd come back to help me.
I decided to try to make it up the hill since it was only like 4 seconds away...and I make it to QT. yay. So Linds tells me to put a couple dollars in and she'll cover it because I had NO money. You know you're a stoner when you randomly stop the gas pump and it stops right EXACTLY on $4.20. rofl.
Thanks Lindsey, I made it home.