mad-craziness
two crazy stories somewhat involving Christopher M. Varner:
1. After rehearsal today I'm walking with Chris to my car, which i moved to the LA lot. I usually give him a ride over to his vehicle, way over at auto tech. So we're walking to my care and these four african american folk ask me if i'll give them a ride to the bus stop. I ask if its the one at the entrance to school and they reply affirmitively. We all pack into my car, Chris and I up front, FOUR people in the back. We tried to get a picture with el camera phone, but CV is incompetent and couldnt pull it off. I drop Chris off at his car and make way to the bus stop. On the way one of the fellows in the back comments that my music (The Rolling Stone's Fourty Licks Disc 1) is "bumpin" and that he hears it all the time at nightclubs he visits, then he sang a little bit of the great 50Cent song "In the Club." I replied that I owned that album and actually know the majority of the words on it, to which he responded "DAYUMN you the flyest white boy i know." BAM
2. After I get home i decided to take a nap. I drift in and out of consciousness. My mom says something to me, i foget what, and i'm out. I wake up slowly and see that there is someone beside me. Who could it be? CHRISTOPHER MARK VARNER. He apparently snuck into my house without alerting anyone and snuck into bed with me.
i <3 varner.