Oi Oi Oi
This past day has been pretty fuckin cool. Me, Amy, Annie, and Shorty went down south on a mushroom hunt, being as how we were going to have a shindig at Marina's. We couldn't find shit, the only connection we had wanted 70 bucks for fuckin 8g of field. Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
Anyway, we decide to go to this herbal shop and buy some sort of legal fern that makes you hallucinate if you smoke it. But we couldn't find it, and ended up at a Shell station up on Yager. The right front tire has no treads left, it's gonna burst any day now, and the brakes were making a fuckin terrible sound. So I did that "reverse then brake" thing and didnt have any more trouble with the brakes, but some plastic piece from the bottom of th ecar was dragging on the road, so we tied it back up with zip cords.
By then I had to get back, so we all ate dinner at my place and then went back south to a party at Rachel's house. It was alright, I finished my first beer and managed to get 2 bottles of Mad Dog and lose 1 of them. I also got shitfaced drunk, just for the record. Met Cory and Becky and Oliver and Cory's brother, whose name I forget. Sean was there, which was cool since I hadn't seen him in months and he's a cool guy. After that I fuckin hung out with ******, *****, ***, and ***** from then until now. We smoked a lot of dank, and had a damn good time. I fuckin learned more about skinheads in this past day than most people will in their lives.
Then this afternoon we went back down south and chilled with the south side punks, which was cool. It was cool even though I dont really like beer and beer was all they had. Whatever. I fuckin met Dave and Roger and some mexican named J.R., and they were all pretty cool guys. JR fuckin smoked me up in the back of Mark's van. He said it was "killer" and I guess in spanish "killer" means "shwag", cause this shit was nothing. Here I fucking am, Plotting to go see my girlfriend as soon as my dad goes to sleep.
Anyway, we decide to go to this herbal shop and buy some sort of legal fern that makes you hallucinate if you smoke it. But we couldn't find it, and ended up at a Shell station up on Yager. The right front tire has no treads left, it's gonna burst any day now, and the brakes were making a fuckin terrible sound. So I did that "reverse then brake" thing and didnt have any more trouble with the brakes, but some plastic piece from the bottom of th ecar was dragging on the road, so we tied it back up with zip cords.
By then I had to get back, so we all ate dinner at my place and then went back south to a party at Rachel's house. It was alright, I finished my first beer and managed to get 2 bottles of Mad Dog and lose 1 of them. I also got shitfaced drunk, just for the record. Met Cory and Becky and Oliver and Cory's brother, whose name I forget. Sean was there, which was cool since I hadn't seen him in months and he's a cool guy. After that I fuckin hung out with ******, *****, ***, and ***** from then until now. We smoked a lot of dank, and had a damn good time. I fuckin learned more about skinheads in this past day than most people will in their lives.
Then this afternoon we went back down south and chilled with the south side punks, which was cool. It was cool even though I dont really like beer and beer was all they had. Whatever. I fuckin met Dave and Roger and some mexican named J.R., and they were all pretty cool guys. JR fuckin smoked me up in the back of Mark's van. He said it was "killer" and I guess in spanish "killer" means "shwag", cause this shit was nothing. Here I fucking am, Plotting to go see my girlfriend as soon as my dad goes to sleep.