AGRO!!!!!
Saturday night after coming back from a shitty day at Apple, my mom gets a phone call from my grandparents. They were gonna head up to the horse race track things in Northville and invited us to come. I invited Sarah Dage to come along, so i pick up Dage'N and we head out to Northville. I got lost along the way, its been a long time since the last time ive been there so i really didn't know where the hell i was going. We finally find our way there and meet up with my mom and grandparents at The Starting Gate. Its this rat hole, run down, bar/resturant place that had "exquisite" grammar skills, platers of nachos and karaoke "nite". Sarah and i needed a dictionary just to order anything off of the menu. Dage'N and I weren't really that hungry and everyone was bugging us to order something so we just ordered a pizza. The pizza was so damn greasy that we needed to drain the damn thing just to safely eat it with out getting ulcers. After the best pizza if ever had, we headed over to Northville Downs. The Parking lot was packed so i had the honor of parking in the first class parking located a mile away from the door. As i was walking up to the door i noticed that my grandpa got a parking spot really close to the doors. I was wondering how he got a good spot and i didn't. Anyway, we walk in there and just like the Starting Gate, this place is a dump as well... It was like a bowling ally just with horses. It was full of white trash people that were betting on horses to feed there 20-some kids and get TiVo. My mom and grandparents sat in the front while Dage'N and I sat in the back in their "stadium" seating. The whole time, Sarah and i were cracking jokes about how lame the place was and how funny it would have been if something were to happen to one of the horses. Then we saw a truck driving around with the horses. The truck was dragging around a cage that was attached to the back end by a rope. We were laughing at how funny it would have been if the truck fish tailed just right that it caught one of the horses and sped off with the horse tumbling inside of the cage (ha ha ha ha lol). My mom got up and started screaming from across the place that we should bet on horses. I yelled back that i would as long as im not paying, "its not my money..." thats what i always say. You see, have a problem with gambling.... i suck at it and i cant stop. I suck at club keno, the slots, black jack, poker, and now horse betting.... so my mom gave me $5 to put on a horse and my grandpa calls me over and says "ill tell you a winner, yeah, you wanna bet on 6". So, not knowing what the hell i was doing i was like oh ok, and bet on number 6 to win.... yeah.... the damn thing came in last... so Sarah and i look at each other like what the fuck and decided without saying anything that we needed to leave.... So, Sarah has never seen Kill Bill before so i forced her into watching it. Towards the end of the first one, my mom comes home and hands me a piece of paper. So remember about a good paragraph back i was wondering how my grandpa got a better parking spot than me? Well, turns out that piece of paper was a parking ticket. He was double parked on top of a fire hydrant. Yeah... STAY YO ASS HOME...