curse of the Hooters
Went to Hooters last night with Steve-O and Stewball. Drank about three pitchers of beer. From there it got really interesting. the long and short of it all, I evaded 1 Henrico cop, and 2 Hanover cops. Steve-O was following me in his car in Hanover. I figured the only way for us not to get busted for the DUI and the speeding was to give it my all, and give Steve-O a chance to escape. We're flying down 54, and I cut off into a side street and kill my lights. Steve-O tries to follow, and I see something happen to his lights in the background. I make it to JoFFe's and there's no Steve-O. After waiting for like 5 or 6 minutes, I figured he pulled over and took one for the team, and he was gonnah take the rap when the cops came. I went back to investigate, and he was in AB's driveway. He had wrecked his car. Blew out 2 tires, took out the windshield and k.o.ed' a side mirror. Luckily no cops. Steve-O tried to get Addy out there to help him, but instead got AB. I made the decision to worry about this in the AM. Headed to JoFFes, where a depressed Steve-O drank all my cheap Vodka mixed with red punch. He lost his cookies in his sleep, and vomited an impossible fuckin' red stain all into their blue carpet. I woke up, saw his struck ass trying to clean that shit up. I got a lot of shit to take care of today, but for now I sleep. Fuck. The curse of Hooters has not yet been lifted (in a recap, last time, I fell off a roof in a botched BNE attempt and broke my ankle).