This is my second journal entry today , how is this possible?
I think its time to lay off the drugs and get my life back in order.
Here's a story of what happened.
I blew up the clutch in my mustang , so I had it towed to plaza ford thinking it would be under the warranty.(WRONG)
I called to see when it would be done and how much it would cost , and got (1900$) and (within a week). Two weeks later , I get a call saying my car is done. I go to pick it up with no money on me , or in the bank , but see my car parked out in the lot. Hm. I took it , to see if it was working right , and it was. I didn't go back , and eventually forgot.
Two weeks later , I'm racing the same kid that i blew my clutch out on the first time. This time i smoked him worse. SO i race him a few more times and make sure he knows what's up. What happens, clutch explodes again , but this time she still gets in gear. I drove the car home and picked up my jeep. It sat in that spot for three days.
I forgot to mention that I've been doing a lot of drugs , and a lot of drinking. During the time of my car repair , I got piss drunk one night and didn't show up for work. Lost my job. Basically , I'm stuck with this expensive bill and no money , and no money coming any time soon.
Well , one morning I get a call , and i dont answer it. Hours later I wake up and check my voicemail. It's the guy in charge of inventory at plaza ford , saying my car isnt there and he is informing the state police. Hmmm. I tried calling this guy back and no answer, so I went on my business as usual.
That night , my dad calls me saying the police are at my house , and i'm in a "lot" of trouble. He said I was going to be arrested and told me to call him immediately. I didnt.
He eventually paid the bill , then the retarded police towed my car after it was towed. They also called me saying plaza ford is pressing charges , when they clamed they dont want to. The officer basically told me , get home and sign this release for your car to be towed or something like that , and I said HELL NO. You can tow it , then you can pay to tow it back to my house because you dont have the right to take it . The cop said something along the lines of "OH I have the right" and i said to him , "If you dont shut up, I'm going to have the right to stick my foot up your ass!" At this point I hang up , and he calls back. I answer with a charming hello and he tells me im going to be charged with hindering a police investigation. Yikes! He also told me I wont be free for the rest of the night. At this point I was a little bit stoned , so all of this was comical.
My dad told me don't come home , im throwing your shit out, so what do i do? Not go home. I spent the night at janines one night and got my tat done that day. Then i snuck back home for a night and slept there. Then that day my brother called me and said "Jimmy your dad is gonna kick your ass".
Let me explain something about my dad , hes fucking frightening.
So I asked my brother if I could stay at his house , and he said yes. I smoked a few blunts with him for a few days and that was nice , seeing my nephew ruled too.
Unfortunately , his house is haunted as fuck. High off of one of my favorite herbs , The ghost started to fuck with me . First it started to slam the doors open and closed , then my blanket kept getting taken away. Eventually , my high ass got up and flat out told the ghost I will fuck him up. The door slammed shut for the final time, and I fell asleep.
I left my brothers house , and ended seeing janine and dom , we all hung out and then I heard about a party. I went to this party , got fucked up , and stayed there.
Next day , i'm filthy as fuck .
Dom let me take a shower at his house , thank fucking god. I ended up smoking with a few close friends and spent the night at mikes.
Sunday , I decided i was tired of being filthy and went home. To face the dreaded tormentor himself.
I walked in the back , and got on the computer for a bit , un noticed. A few hours later , the light on the stairs turns on. My thoughts were "SHit". Im going to get the ass whooping of a life time. Suprisingly , i just got a speech and got yelled at for a few hours.
The next morning cops are at my door , and im like what the fuck , of course I dont answer it.
Now today , im writing this entry.
You see , there is a valuable lesson to be learned here.
DON'T DO DRUGS.
I hope you guys find some humor in this , its a true story.
Here's a story of what happened.
I blew up the clutch in my mustang , so I had it towed to plaza ford thinking it would be under the warranty.(WRONG)
I called to see when it would be done and how much it would cost , and got (1900$) and (within a week). Two weeks later , I get a call saying my car is done. I go to pick it up with no money on me , or in the bank , but see my car parked out in the lot. Hm. I took it , to see if it was working right , and it was. I didn't go back , and eventually forgot.
Two weeks later , I'm racing the same kid that i blew my clutch out on the first time. This time i smoked him worse. SO i race him a few more times and make sure he knows what's up. What happens, clutch explodes again , but this time she still gets in gear. I drove the car home and picked up my jeep. It sat in that spot for three days.
I forgot to mention that I've been doing a lot of drugs , and a lot of drinking. During the time of my car repair , I got piss drunk one night and didn't show up for work. Lost my job. Basically , I'm stuck with this expensive bill and no money , and no money coming any time soon.
Well , one morning I get a call , and i dont answer it. Hours later I wake up and check my voicemail. It's the guy in charge of inventory at plaza ford , saying my car isnt there and he is informing the state police. Hmmm. I tried calling this guy back and no answer, so I went on my business as usual.
That night , my dad calls me saying the police are at my house , and i'm in a "lot" of trouble. He said I was going to be arrested and told me to call him immediately. I didnt.
He eventually paid the bill , then the retarded police towed my car after it was towed. They also called me saying plaza ford is pressing charges , when they clamed they dont want to. The officer basically told me , get home and sign this release for your car to be towed or something like that , and I said HELL NO. You can tow it , then you can pay to tow it back to my house because you dont have the right to take it . The cop said something along the lines of "OH I have the right" and i said to him , "If you dont shut up, I'm going to have the right to stick my foot up your ass!" At this point I hang up , and he calls back. I answer with a charming hello and he tells me im going to be charged with hindering a police investigation. Yikes! He also told me I wont be free for the rest of the night. At this point I was a little bit stoned , so all of this was comical.
My dad told me don't come home , im throwing your shit out, so what do i do? Not go home. I spent the night at janines one night and got my tat done that day. Then i snuck back home for a night and slept there. Then that day my brother called me and said "Jimmy your dad is gonna kick your ass".
Let me explain something about my dad , hes fucking frightening.
So I asked my brother if I could stay at his house , and he said yes. I smoked a few blunts with him for a few days and that was nice , seeing my nephew ruled too.
Unfortunately , his house is haunted as fuck. High off of one of my favorite herbs , The ghost started to fuck with me . First it started to slam the doors open and closed , then my blanket kept getting taken away. Eventually , my high ass got up and flat out told the ghost I will fuck him up. The door slammed shut for the final time, and I fell asleep.
I left my brothers house , and ended seeing janine and dom , we all hung out and then I heard about a party. I went to this party , got fucked up , and stayed there.
Next day , i'm filthy as fuck .
Dom let me take a shower at his house , thank fucking god. I ended up smoking with a few close friends and spent the night at mikes.
Sunday , I decided i was tired of being filthy and went home. To face the dreaded tormentor himself.
I walked in the back , and got on the computer for a bit , un noticed. A few hours later , the light on the stairs turns on. My thoughts were "SHit". Im going to get the ass whooping of a life time. Suprisingly , i just got a speech and got yelled at for a few hours.
The next morning cops are at my door , and im like what the fuck , of course I dont answer it.
Now today , im writing this entry.
You see , there is a valuable lesson to be learned here.
DON'T DO DRUGS.
I hope you guys find some humor in this , its a true story.