H-Town, we here to stay
Sometimes, I feel like I'm not as mature as my friends and peers. Or rather, I'm not as grown as them.
At the very least, I'm starting to make friends and I may have a job at a, gasp, Starbucks. Whatever. I need cash flow.
Yesterday, last night, I was skateboarding in the parking garage across from my building. There's only like four cars there since it's never used. Well, after about seven to ten minutes of skating, a chick opens the passenger side door in a car and asks if I can just not look towards her way. I say yeah of course and leave.
Last Friday, I think, we went to a party, me and a couple friends of convenience. One of them is belligerent, faux-macho, and insisted on driving. Me other friend and I wouldn't let him since we were relatively sober. We made it a goal to get him drunk enough to pass out since he wouldn't give us his keys. Long story short, he makes life difficult for us by running away, puking and passing out near a lake, and answering his phone saying he's home. When me and my friend find him, carry him to the car, give him water, take him to his room, etc, he starts spitting on us because we ask him to not spit on the walls of the interior. My friend gets mad at him for this. I get upset as well. We walk him to his room though and he spits up puke in my friend's sink. My friend says What the fuck was that foor. My puking, extremely drunk friend, yells at him to hit him. My sober friend approaches him. I hold him back. I fail. He is 6 foot 7, 280 pounds. My drunk friend runs at him, takes a swing at him, at me, and at him again, we go outside and close the door almost on his arm. We steal Bacardi Limon from some chick's apartment and get drunk with them. The next day, my other friend apologizes and says it was the opium in the weed we smoked earlier at the party. It wasn't. There was no opium in the weed. It was marijuana. We make no mention of this again. Four hours later, me and my other friend, the 6' 7" giant, get a phone call asking where the bottle of Bacardi is. He tells them I stole it. He was the one who stole it though. I don't care. None of the girls were hot anyway.
At the very least, I'm starting to make friends and I may have a job at a, gasp, Starbucks. Whatever. I need cash flow.
Yesterday, last night, I was skateboarding in the parking garage across from my building. There's only like four cars there since it's never used. Well, after about seven to ten minutes of skating, a chick opens the passenger side door in a car and asks if I can just not look towards her way. I say yeah of course and leave.
Last Friday, I think, we went to a party, me and a couple friends of convenience. One of them is belligerent, faux-macho, and insisted on driving. Me other friend and I wouldn't let him since we were relatively sober. We made it a goal to get him drunk enough to pass out since he wouldn't give us his keys. Long story short, he makes life difficult for us by running away, puking and passing out near a lake, and answering his phone saying he's home. When me and my friend find him, carry him to the car, give him water, take him to his room, etc, he starts spitting on us because we ask him to not spit on the walls of the interior. My friend gets mad at him for this. I get upset as well. We walk him to his room though and he spits up puke in my friend's sink. My friend says What the fuck was that foor. My puking, extremely drunk friend, yells at him to hit him. My sober friend approaches him. I hold him back. I fail. He is 6 foot 7, 280 pounds. My drunk friend runs at him, takes a swing at him, at me, and at him again, we go outside and close the door almost on his arm. We steal Bacardi Limon from some chick's apartment and get drunk with them. The next day, my other friend apologizes and says it was the opium in the weed we smoked earlier at the party. It wasn't. There was no opium in the weed. It was marijuana. We make no mention of this again. Four hours later, me and my other friend, the 6' 7" giant, get a phone call asking where the bottle of Bacardi is. He tells them I stole it. He was the one who stole it though. I don't care. None of the girls were hot anyway.