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what a week. visited the hospital twice. not for myself. last sunday wil got really drunk and ended up on the golf course. he passed out and started to, i guess, dry heave, cause people told the cops that he was convulsing. i didnt even know he was on the course till cops and an ambulence went flying by. scabs was all like, " awww shit, i bet wil fucked up." sho nuff he did. the cops kept asking all these questions bout him and bleh bleh bleh.i told them he lives in DC which is actually true. they threw him in an ambulence and took him to the hospital. me, corey and allie hauled ass out there and wanted to see him. he could only have 1 visitor. when i got inside, wil was trying to jump off his stretcher thing. a doctor was holding him down. wil was screaming, "i aint drunk you dumb fuck!" even though he obviously was tanked. so i talked to the doctor for like and hour and convinced him to let wil out under my supervision. this whole thing took like 3 hours.
then dave. my roomie. we have beenroomies for the last....uhhh....month. so, anyways. i live way out. neither of us drive. so his boss adam took dave to freds (anoher artist at capital city tattoos) place. fred is basicly just another cracked up junkie. for some reason, fred had it in his head that he was missing $300 and that dave took it. total bullshit. so, dave shows up to work the next day, they took him into the back, shut the door, and beat him with a blackjack. i was with corey, allie, chris, and casey when i got a call informing me bout all of this. i called mike and we rolled over to capital city tattoos. i walked in with knucks on. i was looking for fred or gypsie. the only person in the shop was adam west. he knew why i was there. he told me gypsie went home and fred took off for gainesville. so i couldnt do alot. fred is coming back to tally on.......tuesday...i think? anyways, were breaking his knee caps. so i go to the hospital to see dave,i finally find him. his head is split the fuck open, he was covored in blood. his wrist was pretty well broken. lemme tell ya, dave was hurting, dave was pissed. i know that dave wont be able to fight. so, me and mike are gonna take a baseball bat to his knees. nada joke. fred is gonna be alot worse off than dave is. i am seriously fuckin pissed off. im not gonna make this some stupid fuckin boot party. im not gonna call everyone i know. that be fuckin retarded.
as for me, i have been tired as shit lately. working at pep boys aint easy. its kinda fun. i like workin on cars. but damn, im always tired now. i want to go to NYC and see meghan. i miss her so much. bleh bleh bleh. wonder how mah girls in miami are doin.... chris is watching some crazy movie. guess im gonna go grab a smoke and watch.........................derp.
then dave. my roomie. we have beenroomies for the last....uhhh....month. so, anyways. i live way out. neither of us drive. so his boss adam took dave to freds (anoher artist at capital city tattoos) place. fred is basicly just another cracked up junkie. for some reason, fred had it in his head that he was missing $300 and that dave took it. total bullshit. so, dave shows up to work the next day, they took him into the back, shut the door, and beat him with a blackjack. i was with corey, allie, chris, and casey when i got a call informing me bout all of this. i called mike and we rolled over to capital city tattoos. i walked in with knucks on. i was looking for fred or gypsie. the only person in the shop was adam west. he knew why i was there. he told me gypsie went home and fred took off for gainesville. so i couldnt do alot. fred is coming back to tally on.......tuesday...i think? anyways, were breaking his knee caps. so i go to the hospital to see dave,i finally find him. his head is split the fuck open, he was covored in blood. his wrist was pretty well broken. lemme tell ya, dave was hurting, dave was pissed. i know that dave wont be able to fight. so, me and mike are gonna take a baseball bat to his knees. nada joke. fred is gonna be alot worse off than dave is. i am seriously fuckin pissed off. im not gonna make this some stupid fuckin boot party. im not gonna call everyone i know. that be fuckin retarded.
as for me, i have been tired as shit lately. working at pep boys aint easy. its kinda fun. i like workin on cars. but damn, im always tired now. i want to go to NYC and see meghan. i miss her so much. bleh bleh bleh. wonder how mah girls in miami are doin.... chris is watching some crazy movie. guess im gonna go grab a smoke and watch.........................derp.