Bad week
This week is starting off bad already. Last night I went to the bloodhound gang show and it was good. But the crowd was one of the shittiest I've ever seen. During the last song I finally got in the pit. I get pushed up near the front of the pit and some little fuck who looked like he was 18 two rows of people in front of me turns, punches me square in the jaw, and turns back to the show laughing with his buddy. They were just randomly punching people in the pit. I immediately tried to grab my friend and some random dude in the pit joined up after the show to find the little pube. Maybe walking over there with three guys yelling "I'm gonna kill that little mother fuck" was too much. He had already bolted. But so that was all fine and dandy. I was already tired though and it just soured my mood. We all went and got coffee. I was still tired and pissy. I went to the car to go home only to find another god damn parking ticket. I drove my people home. I got stopped again at a police checkpoint in my neighborhood. Something bads going down on that corner I guess. Third time they've just been pulling random cars aside this week. I started to run out of gas, filled the tank bought smokes and decided I needed more beer. By the time I got home I couldn't find parking. I barely slept, again. I woke up dragged my ass outta bed. I made it outside only to realize I had no clue where I put my car. So I started walking around to find it "here car! here boy!" Then I remembered where it was. I cut across the grass to get to it and put my nice new white DC's into a big fresh pile of Dog shit. This is just not going to be my week is it.