why i don't do drugs, and other tales of norman
so there seems to be precedent for a new cody-paul-norman tradition starting...i show up at paul's on friday to start drinking, we go to a party, i get beat up, we walk home and pass out, then wake up, get burritos, and start drinking early to cover up the pain from the previous nights altercation all while trying to not getting the shit kicked out of me again on saturday...last week it was some guy who was talking to me about getting women drunk so he could fuck them, so i drunkenly tried to force him out of the house while he kept saying he was a black belt and the proceeded to punch me in the throat and kick me in the balls...this week it was some frat guy who i had been hanging out with at some party, he passed out, and apparently woke up to some girl telling him i had smashed a bottle over his head while he was passed out (no one has any idea why she thought this, seriously)...by this time i was hanging out in the kitchen when i see this big ogre coming at me and he proceeds to beat my face in like punching faces was going out of style...i was too shocked to fight back at the time cause i had NO FUCKING IDEA why this dude was pounding me, and not drunk enough to start shit with him again when he was pulled off of me so we left
we go to richies, where in my drunkeness was talked into taking a hit of the "pot" to take away the pain...i black out almost immediately after that...when paul decides to head home, i decide to run off...i come out of being blacked out to find myself still seriously fucked up and completely unable to find my way back to his place...i vaguely remember trying to find the punk house to sleep there...realizing that was dumb, i tried to find paul's again, but couldn't...then tried for luke's, or marisa's, and failed at both of those...then i was hoping that the police would pick me up just so i would have a place to sleep...right before i'm about to pass out in some bushes by a church i realize where my stupid ass was unconsciously taking me....being exhausted, stressed, confused, and beaten, i decide to knock on lensey's door and ask for a couch...man that sucked...when i woke up, i walked back to paul's cause i didn't need to be there, felt shitty for it, and didn't want to be more of a burden by asking for a ride...my legs were already sore as shit from wandering for FUCKING MILES, but then i got to walk from robinson and porter to lindsay and chautauqua...the frat guys across the street put a note on my car telling me if i park there again they're towing me
went to pepe's for burritos, then to al's where we got kinda drunk and bored waiting for the saturday night parties to start...the bartender made fun of us cause we were there from mid-afternoon till the dinner rush just drinking beer...so we decided to go to suger's cause i had never been and we both hadn't seen titties in some time...apparently we weren't the only perverts looking for an early show, cause some crazy redneck was in the alley telling us suger's was closed down...they just didn't open for another hour...he stormed off indignent...we went to the deli, watched the old drunks sitting there rambling about shit, and then we drunkened up and started doing the same...when we went to suger's finally, we got solicited for cocaine by some out of town dudes who thought we looked like we knew where the hookup was...then it was titties, and $3.50 pitchers till we got real drunk and decided to go find the parties...at which point we went back to his house, walking in the cold rain with no hoodie or thermal (they were in the car)...got there and i was so drunk and miserable that i decided to crash instead
now i'm taking a break from doing calculus 3 homework and am still in great physical pain (it's funny(ier?) how i walk now)
my car is about to roll over to 100,000
it's all kinda funny
hey tom, did i see you at 43rd and western up in the city on friday around lunch time?
we go to richies, where in my drunkeness was talked into taking a hit of the "pot" to take away the pain...i black out almost immediately after that...when paul decides to head home, i decide to run off...i come out of being blacked out to find myself still seriously fucked up and completely unable to find my way back to his place...i vaguely remember trying to find the punk house to sleep there...realizing that was dumb, i tried to find paul's again, but couldn't...then tried for luke's, or marisa's, and failed at both of those...then i was hoping that the police would pick me up just so i would have a place to sleep...right before i'm about to pass out in some bushes by a church i realize where my stupid ass was unconsciously taking me....being exhausted, stressed, confused, and beaten, i decide to knock on lensey's door and ask for a couch...man that sucked...when i woke up, i walked back to paul's cause i didn't need to be there, felt shitty for it, and didn't want to be more of a burden by asking for a ride...my legs were already sore as shit from wandering for FUCKING MILES, but then i got to walk from robinson and porter to lindsay and chautauqua...the frat guys across the street put a note on my car telling me if i park there again they're towing me
went to pepe's for burritos, then to al's where we got kinda drunk and bored waiting for the saturday night parties to start...the bartender made fun of us cause we were there from mid-afternoon till the dinner rush just drinking beer...so we decided to go to suger's cause i had never been and we both hadn't seen titties in some time...apparently we weren't the only perverts looking for an early show, cause some crazy redneck was in the alley telling us suger's was closed down...they just didn't open for another hour...he stormed off indignent...we went to the deli, watched the old drunks sitting there rambling about shit, and then we drunkened up and started doing the same...when we went to suger's finally, we got solicited for cocaine by some out of town dudes who thought we looked like we knew where the hookup was...then it was titties, and $3.50 pitchers till we got real drunk and decided to go find the parties...at which point we went back to his house, walking in the cold rain with no hoodie or thermal (they were in the car)...got there and i was so drunk and miserable that i decided to crash instead
now i'm taking a break from doing calculus 3 homework and am still in great physical pain (it's funny(ier?) how i walk now)
my car is about to roll over to 100,000
it's all kinda funny
hey tom, did i see you at 43rd and western up in the city on friday around lunch time?