homecoming day.
last night while workin, i found a lighter so i made a little bonfire while "watching" the go karts. it was sweet. i love fire. i love bonfires. which reminds me how much i hate xc. then when we were all done cleaning up and waiting for the girls to finish, we found some candy so we ate it. about 15 minutes later...the security guard busts through the kitchen door screamin who ate his candy. this was a funny moment because i was eating his candy at that moment. bottle caps to be exact. i just kinda casually walked away and stuffed it in my pocket. then he was like..."if you're man enough...you would admit it if you ate my candy." i wanted to fuckin laugh in his face. he's like 35 and bitchin about how we took his candy. then one guy confessed and the cop gave him shit about how it was theft and blah blah blah. i just wanted to say, yea i took your fuckin candy, go cry about it bitch. but then i came back into reality when i saw his gun. i think i'd lose that argument pretty quick. so finally, we get to leave and i rush out of there. i get to my car and gobble the remaining bottle caps. stolen candy tastes so much better...it tasted like victory . the only thing better than lying to a cop...is stealing a cop's candy.