a show, five bottles of alchohol, and three parties later...
what happened to the days when i could walk into skrappy's and recognize every face?
tonight i knew only the people i was with. but the show was well worth it. the only thing (person) that was missing was dave. i wanted him to be there...bad.
stealing alchohol from grocery stores is easier than i expected...that's about it.
we drove to beat up some kid who stole from chris keneeley (sp?), but they took him back to the dirt lot at skrappy's (he ran away crying), so instead we went to julia's dad's drunken birthday party and played classic rock songs on his new amp. we talked, made up a song about eating with julia's drunken mom, then stole some more alchohol, and went to some party that ashley threw for her friend. we were told the cops came (which was a lie to get people out of there), but we left anyway. the skyy and scotch whiskey and bacardi razz were enough to make things spin, so i ate quesadilla and soy chicken, kindly prepared by alexis.
i walked the girl (i don't know if i should use her name) to her car and she leaned in and kissed, which i returned, and it made me smile all over.
max and i gave eachother dead legs, and life was/is pretty good.
i swam the rest of the way home, and going to bed at 4:30 in the morning, drunk, is a great feeling...oh probation...middle fingers up to you...
tonight i knew only the people i was with. but the show was well worth it. the only thing (person) that was missing was dave. i wanted him to be there...bad.
stealing alchohol from grocery stores is easier than i expected...that's about it.
we drove to beat up some kid who stole from chris keneeley (sp?), but they took him back to the dirt lot at skrappy's (he ran away crying), so instead we went to julia's dad's drunken birthday party and played classic rock songs on his new amp. we talked, made up a song about eating with julia's drunken mom, then stole some more alchohol, and went to some party that ashley threw for her friend. we were told the cops came (which was a lie to get people out of there), but we left anyway. the skyy and scotch whiskey and bacardi razz were enough to make things spin, so i ate quesadilla and soy chicken, kindly prepared by alexis.
i walked the girl (i don't know if i should use her name) to her car and she leaned in and kissed, which i returned, and it made me smile all over.
max and i gave eachother dead legs, and life was/is pretty good.
i swam the rest of the way home, and going to bed at 4:30 in the morning, drunk, is a great feeling...oh probation...middle fingers up to you...