Whoooa Day
Man what a fucking crazy night. Im going to get dropped off by my boss then he gets this fucked up Idea to move ridiclious huge statue thats worth over 8k. Up this enomouis fucking hill that has muddy. We put this thing on a fork lift and he wants me stand on the pallet with the statue and hold it. The fucking art project gone wrong falls on my foot and the guys fucking yells at me for it. Im pissed not to mention I was slow to hook up the trailor so the dick face yells at me for 30 mins straight asking if I am speacial. The only thing thats significant about me is how many times I banged your wife this wensday. The fucking funny thing is I was souposed to be home a hour ago now my foots fucked up and Im getting yelled at.
After that I went down to Pedros to find him drinking a 6 pack of coronas on the stoop. JUST THE MAN I WANTED TO SEE. He throws me a corona and were off to the place were dreams are born... the liquor store. We send LAlo to pick up a 30 pack and we round up the troops of Donny and Pedro 2. Drinking ensues about a hour into it about 10 more mexicans show up and start drinking with us. A random dude comes up with a boom box and hooks us up with slow beat of the mariachi. Another guy brings over a 30 pack. Eventually there is like 20 of us drinking and shouting into the night. Then Donny suggest we go to the ranchito. The ranch is this spainish bar down in Paterson on Main street. I get so excited at this suggestion I throw up all over myself or it could have been the beer but I thinking it was the excitment. Anyway after a shirt change we call a cab and 5 of us pile in. The driver is a white guy and Pedro starts trying to make fun of me in broken drunken english.
"Look at this fucking white boy...hes gay man i work with him...I tell you."
Then id just talk to the driver in flawess super drunk brett english making fun of pedro. Needless to say pedro was owned.
Anyway after the cab ride we pull up to the bar and get a table
we start getting rounds after round of coronas this beatiful puerto rican girl takes my hand and we start to dance. I look around at the Dance floor and notice all the girls are beatifull and there all dancing with my friends and me. I turn my attention of the dance floor and see a lot of sad dudes drinking beers alone. HAHAHAH I USED TO BE YOU!!!!!!!
Anyway this girl wants me to buy her a drink in my drunken stupor I cant find the 20 in my pocket and insted come up with a piece of paper with a number written on it and a dollar. This chick just walks away. Fucking if that isnt the story of my life. Alot of people said it before and will say it again and that is that there is only one color that matters in this life and that is green my friends.
Then Pedro comes up to me and whispers in my ear "those dudes over there want to kick your ass man but i got your back". I look over and see these 2 dudes and the girl who didnt want a man with a soiled piece of paper and a dollar in his pocket. Not bieng one to beat around the bush I go up to them and say
"If you guys wants to fight me I got my 4 friends over there who will die for me. If not Ill be over there drinking my beer if you need me"
I guess the prospect of a 5 on 2 didnt sit well with them as I didnt have to fight anyone that night. Anyway the party died down after that and Pedro calls us a cab and the driver is this Dominican dude who was cool as ice. Pedro tells him to stop and asks if I can spot him money I give him a ten and about 5 mins later pedro comes in the cab with a whole 30 pack of coors light
and starts handing them out in the car. Shit the party never stops and im still fucking baffled how he found a liquor store opened at that hour. Only in Paterson I guess? So pedro hands donny the beer he was holding and passes out in the back seat. I get to montclair and call Josh to pick me up. Josh didnt seem to happy but hes a good sonofabitch to pick me up. Anyway thats my story.
peace.
After that I went down to Pedros to find him drinking a 6 pack of coronas on the stoop. JUST THE MAN I WANTED TO SEE. He throws me a corona and were off to the place were dreams are born... the liquor store. We send LAlo to pick up a 30 pack and we round up the troops of Donny and Pedro 2. Drinking ensues about a hour into it about 10 more mexicans show up and start drinking with us. A random dude comes up with a boom box and hooks us up with slow beat of the mariachi. Another guy brings over a 30 pack. Eventually there is like 20 of us drinking and shouting into the night. Then Donny suggest we go to the ranchito. The ranch is this spainish bar down in Paterson on Main street. I get so excited at this suggestion I throw up all over myself or it could have been the beer but I thinking it was the excitment. Anyway after a shirt change we call a cab and 5 of us pile in. The driver is a white guy and Pedro starts trying to make fun of me in broken drunken english.
"Look at this fucking white boy...hes gay man i work with him...I tell you."
Then id just talk to the driver in flawess super drunk brett english making fun of pedro. Needless to say pedro was owned.
Anyway after the cab ride we pull up to the bar and get a table
we start getting rounds after round of coronas this beatiful puerto rican girl takes my hand and we start to dance. I look around at the Dance floor and notice all the girls are beatifull and there all dancing with my friends and me. I turn my attention of the dance floor and see a lot of sad dudes drinking beers alone. HAHAHAH I USED TO BE YOU!!!!!!!
Anyway this girl wants me to buy her a drink in my drunken stupor I cant find the 20 in my pocket and insted come up with a piece of paper with a number written on it and a dollar. This chick just walks away. Fucking if that isnt the story of my life. Alot of people said it before and will say it again and that is that there is only one color that matters in this life and that is green my friends.
Then Pedro comes up to me and whispers in my ear "those dudes over there want to kick your ass man but i got your back". I look over and see these 2 dudes and the girl who didnt want a man with a soiled piece of paper and a dollar in his pocket. Not bieng one to beat around the bush I go up to them and say
"If you guys wants to fight me I got my 4 friends over there who will die for me. If not Ill be over there drinking my beer if you need me"
I guess the prospect of a 5 on 2 didnt sit well with them as I didnt have to fight anyone that night. Anyway the party died down after that and Pedro calls us a cab and the driver is this Dominican dude who was cool as ice. Pedro tells him to stop and asks if I can spot him money I give him a ten and about 5 mins later pedro comes in the cab with a whole 30 pack of coors light
and starts handing them out in the car. Shit the party never stops and im still fucking baffled how he found a liquor store opened at that hour. Only in Paterson I guess? So pedro hands donny the beer he was holding and passes out in the back seat. I get to montclair and call Josh to pick me up. Josh didnt seem to happy but hes a good sonofabitch to pick me up. Anyway thats my story.
peace.