weekend
So the weekend was cool. Friday was way to long. But we got to go to Kennebunk. Yay. I got to see my old house though. Yeah it was pretty emotional. I almost shed some tears. Really. I did. Almost. Not really. Then Ryan and I spent the night at Jews. Saturday I went back to the pad. Later Tegan and Ray picked me up. Olive Garden. Party. Fights. Cops. Pretty faces. Low intelligence. Thats sorta thing. Sunday didn't even exist. Fuckin sister and her friend smoked all my weed and drank my hard stolen beer. Whatever. Today no school. Weedless. You know I almost drank fucking piss. Yeah piss. Day after party I grab the only beer that doesn't have "light" after it. I notice it opens a little too easily. So I say maybe someone pissed in it. Fuckin A. I swear to fucking shit this was the first thought that popped into my head. So I say to Ryan, "i bet you someone pissed in it". He says smell it. Beer doesn't smell like salt. So Ryan smells. "Dude, thats fucking piss." We pour it out. Fucking clearish ass piss. One up for Eric D's intuitive nature. I know who did it. Had I drank it I would have damn near fucking killed him. Woulda held him down and pissed in his mouth. Other than that the weekend was tolerable.