This is a good story. For anyone that was there. I guess.
...When I was 15 years old, my friends and I (me, Alanna, Dave, Jonelle, Michelle & Andrea) made this huge deal out of stealing the chalkboard from the Plaka. You know, the one with the specials written on it.
So Dave grabbed it on the way out and we ran like hell. This wierd cook man saw him and proceeded to chase us fown the street. Everyone scattered. I got caught. So I had to walk around with this man for an hour to find the chalkboard (that had been dropped in a frienzy) and eventually bonded with him over how it was both our birthdays or something.
The other night I was at Brick Bar with my sister, when she comes up to me and tells me she met a man who works at the Plaka. I went over to him and asked him if he remembers a group of boistrous teens who stole the chalkboard. He instantly remembered me and we shit over it for quite some time over a couple drinks.
I feel like my life has come full circle.
So Dave grabbed it on the way out and we ran like hell. This wierd cook man saw him and proceeded to chase us fown the street. Everyone scattered. I got caught. So I had to walk around with this man for an hour to find the chalkboard (that had been dropped in a frienzy) and eventually bonded with him over how it was both our birthdays or something.
The other night I was at Brick Bar with my sister, when she comes up to me and tells me she met a man who works at the Plaka. I went over to him and asked him if he remembers a group of boistrous teens who stole the chalkboard. He instantly remembered me and we shit over it for quite some time over a couple drinks.
I feel like my life has come full circle.