Sunday
I had so much fun last night; besides the fact that my friends didn't really enjoy themselves. Especially one in particular...
Ben lives about an hour and 20 minutes away from me down in the low desert part of Southern California. I talk to him every now and then and gave him information about this little underground hardcore event happening November the 10th... last night. For some odd reason he takes this as an invitation even though one of the first things I tell him is I am not going to pick him up and drop him off and he can get his own ride to this show.
So anyways, Ben has a real hard time taking no for an answer, is really inconsiderate, and has little respect when it comes to other people. He assumes I am willing to go all the way down to where he lives, pick him up.. go all the way to long beach, then after the party at 3 in the morning take him all the way back home... then drive all the way up to my place. LAME So this fruit face calls me and I am like dude, I am not going to pick you up, you are sooo out of the way and it is not going to happen. I had things to do on sunday morning and I did not want to drive too much because I didn't wanna run my car all around Southern California on the count of his dumb ass. I wanted to come straight home after the party and not have to worry about him. He also doesn't understand that 3 bucks gas money IS NOT enough to lug his ass around in my car all over especially if he expects me to take him home. That fuck.
So after telling him no over the phone... he says to me " my sister is taking me to Anaheim I'll meet you there, I'll call you in a few minutes on my cell, bye" and the fuck hangs up. I laughed at this point.
I was not going to wait for his call... I already explained to him that I was not going to drop him off at home. So I just left and started on my way to LB. Turns out he calls my home and asks my mom for my cell number. Bah. He calls me on the phone and says that he is Anaheim and he is waiting to be picked up. I tell him I am NOT going to take him home. Therefore I am NOT going to pick him up to take him to the event.
He goes on to tell me a LIE that his sister and her friend rented a hotel room off of Katella Ave. Right off of the 57. He said he was at the Ramada Inn, room #147.
This was great... He was on the way there and I said I could pick him up and he said that I would just have to drop him off at the hotel when the party was done... this was cool because it was in my range and was like not out of the way ... I just had to get off the freeway and drop him off. No sweat. It was on my way home. So I said all right, I picked him up at the Ramada Inn and we ventured off. I was happy that he could go and it wasn't a burden or anything.
So we are headed to LB to pick up Marty and Franklin. I had first intentions to only go with them because they were like 5 minutes within the vacinity of the party, so I wanted to go with them. Half way there... Fuckin' BEN lowers the radio, proceeds to say "I lied, I don't have a hotel... I am gonna spend the night at your house" ... DUDE FUCK YOU... I was so pissed off.... that FUCK.
See how he invites himself? I was like NO you are NOT spending the night dude... no way.. I have shit to do on sunday and I have to work on Monday and I want to study and I am going out with my family.
So from that moment when he said that to me... I just looked at him in a totally different aspect. His face changed like I was in an acid trip and it was just vulgar looking. I was like WTF. So I just reached for the volume dial and blared the music as loud as it could go and did not look at him.
We picked Franklin and Marty up... headed for the party. Turns out the party was in this business part of Garden Grove, in an Office building. "This is gonna be fabulous," I thought. I pulled in... lit some green and drank some alki.. started for the entrance. Walked in... dude... this place was fuckin' DOPE.
The acoustics were TIGHT and the building was HUGE. You couldn't tell from the out side.. because it was like a lil executive office building. But the inside was stripped like a ware house and was just the perfect place to throw a party. I was so happy because the speakers were huge... one big wall.
The music was great and I was having a good time... even though there weren't that many peeps there. I was just glad to be in an intimate setting with the big ass speakers to myself and being around a bunch of hard headz that shared the same passion for hardcore and the other genres that branched off it.
Ben complained... sat... yelled at the DJ... and kept telling me how much the music sucked. He didn't like any of the bass, breaks... bah, etc. Anyway.
Party gets broken up by the cops who come and cite the appropriate people and it ends at around 12:30. I wasn't that dissapointed.. I got a good 3 hours of hardcore and breaks on some big ass speakers and got to bob my head for a measly $5 bucks and a can of food.
We leave, I drop the LB kids off...and proceed to drop Ben off because I was not going to leave him all the way in OC at 1 in the morn. EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD HAVE. OHHH I should have. But yea.
He acts up on the way home... not wanting to talk or listen to me for a reason I do not know why. He always does that shit... he'll talk but anything I say he can not pay attention to and is not relevant and he starts mumbling and talks to himself while I'm talking and like acts like he is annoyed. So I am like fuck it.. I'm stuck in traffic with this kid... and I have to drop his ass off... dammit.
He falls asleep. There is nothing more that I wanted to do than to karate chop him in his throat as he tilted his head back on the head rest and proceeded to snore. That is a pet peeve... for me.... When people go to sleep disregarding the driver and not keeping the driver company. So yea his neck was exposed and like his mouth was open .. I just wanted to have a spider or something and like put it in his mouth... I kept having this vision of me karate choping his neck and all this blood gurgling out of his open mouth.. like spewing...
like yea.. haha
so anyways I am low on gas and the light comes on.. he has not given me money yet after he said he would... and like i was like whatever. I stopped at a station and got gas. He knew we stopped there but he didn't pull out no money. I didn't want his money so i didn't even ask. I was just lke.. i wanna get this boy home. quick.I get gas and drive all the way to fuckin PERRIS. GOSH. ugh. fuck .
I pull in front of his house... turn off the car, run to the trunk get his guitar and he gets out all slow after sleeping ... (i could have been home by now, but no i have fuckin 2 more hours of driving to do). he gets out reaches in his pocket.. gives me a fuckin dollar. I took that shit. what ever i didn't care about that i just wanted him to get the hell out of my car.... so he does.. and he is standing with his ass still pointed inside the car...and he fuckin FARTS. dude... that shit fuckin STUNK my car up.. he like couldn't turn around and fart out side of the car.. cuz his farts linger for ever and smell really bad. so any way... he leaves.. i go in my car and see all this trash.. he likes to leave trash in my car... so like i get all the trash and fuckin throw it all in front of his house cuz like I hate that when he treats my car like a damn trash can and so do my other friends. Fuckin' ughhh dude.
i get in my car and it smells like his fuckin fart even with the windows open for like 2 minutes as i am driving.
so I make it home 2 hours later. That is the last time he is going anywhere with me. He ain't gonna know about no events.. he didn't even appreciate it too much just sat and complained the whole night. No respect or consideration. The audacity of that child. Oh well, it will not happen again and it will be a long time before he sees my ass again.
bah.. that was a lot of venting and rambling.. haha
Ben lives about an hour and 20 minutes away from me down in the low desert part of Southern California. I talk to him every now and then and gave him information about this little underground hardcore event happening November the 10th... last night. For some odd reason he takes this as an invitation even though one of the first things I tell him is I am not going to pick him up and drop him off and he can get his own ride to this show.
So anyways, Ben has a real hard time taking no for an answer, is really inconsiderate, and has little respect when it comes to other people. He assumes I am willing to go all the way down to where he lives, pick him up.. go all the way to long beach, then after the party at 3 in the morning take him all the way back home... then drive all the way up to my place. LAME So this fruit face calls me and I am like dude, I am not going to pick you up, you are sooo out of the way and it is not going to happen. I had things to do on sunday morning and I did not want to drive too much because I didn't wanna run my car all around Southern California on the count of his dumb ass. I wanted to come straight home after the party and not have to worry about him. He also doesn't understand that 3 bucks gas money IS NOT enough to lug his ass around in my car all over especially if he expects me to take him home. That fuck.
So after telling him no over the phone... he says to me " my sister is taking me to Anaheim I'll meet you there, I'll call you in a few minutes on my cell, bye" and the fuck hangs up. I laughed at this point.
I was not going to wait for his call... I already explained to him that I was not going to drop him off at home. So I just left and started on my way to LB. Turns out he calls my home and asks my mom for my cell number. Bah. He calls me on the phone and says that he is Anaheim and he is waiting to be picked up. I tell him I am NOT going to take him home. Therefore I am NOT going to pick him up to take him to the event.
He goes on to tell me a LIE that his sister and her friend rented a hotel room off of Katella Ave. Right off of the 57. He said he was at the Ramada Inn, room #147.
This was great... He was on the way there and I said I could pick him up and he said that I would just have to drop him off at the hotel when the party was done... this was cool because it was in my range and was like not out of the way ... I just had to get off the freeway and drop him off. No sweat. It was on my way home. So I said all right, I picked him up at the Ramada Inn and we ventured off. I was happy that he could go and it wasn't a burden or anything.
So we are headed to LB to pick up Marty and Franklin. I had first intentions to only go with them because they were like 5 minutes within the vacinity of the party, so I wanted to go with them. Half way there... Fuckin' BEN lowers the radio, proceeds to say "I lied, I don't have a hotel... I am gonna spend the night at your house" ... DUDE FUCK YOU... I was so pissed off.... that FUCK.
See how he invites himself? I was like NO you are NOT spending the night dude... no way.. I have shit to do on sunday and I have to work on Monday and I want to study and I am going out with my family.
So from that moment when he said that to me... I just looked at him in a totally different aspect. His face changed like I was in an acid trip and it was just vulgar looking. I was like WTF. So I just reached for the volume dial and blared the music as loud as it could go and did not look at him.
We picked Franklin and Marty up... headed for the party. Turns out the party was in this business part of Garden Grove, in an Office building. "This is gonna be fabulous," I thought. I pulled in... lit some green and drank some alki.. started for the entrance. Walked in... dude... this place was fuckin' DOPE.
The acoustics were TIGHT and the building was HUGE. You couldn't tell from the out side.. because it was like a lil executive office building. But the inside was stripped like a ware house and was just the perfect place to throw a party. I was so happy because the speakers were huge... one big wall.
The music was great and I was having a good time... even though there weren't that many peeps there. I was just glad to be in an intimate setting with the big ass speakers to myself and being around a bunch of hard headz that shared the same passion for hardcore and the other genres that branched off it.
Ben complained... sat... yelled at the DJ... and kept telling me how much the music sucked. He didn't like any of the bass, breaks... bah, etc. Anyway.
Party gets broken up by the cops who come and cite the appropriate people and it ends at around 12:30. I wasn't that dissapointed.. I got a good 3 hours of hardcore and breaks on some big ass speakers and got to bob my head for a measly $5 bucks and a can of food.
We leave, I drop the LB kids off...and proceed to drop Ben off because I was not going to leave him all the way in OC at 1 in the morn. EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD HAVE. OHHH I should have. But yea.
He acts up on the way home... not wanting to talk or listen to me for a reason I do not know why. He always does that shit... he'll talk but anything I say he can not pay attention to and is not relevant and he starts mumbling and talks to himself while I'm talking and like acts like he is annoyed. So I am like fuck it.. I'm stuck in traffic with this kid... and I have to drop his ass off... dammit.
He falls asleep. There is nothing more that I wanted to do than to karate chop him in his throat as he tilted his head back on the head rest and proceeded to snore. That is a pet peeve... for me.... When people go to sleep disregarding the driver and not keeping the driver company. So yea his neck was exposed and like his mouth was open .. I just wanted to have a spider or something and like put it in his mouth... I kept having this vision of me karate choping his neck and all this blood gurgling out of his open mouth.. like spewing...
like yea.. haha
so anyways I am low on gas and the light comes on.. he has not given me money yet after he said he would... and like i was like whatever. I stopped at a station and got gas. He knew we stopped there but he didn't pull out no money. I didn't want his money so i didn't even ask. I was just lke.. i wanna get this boy home. quick.I get gas and drive all the way to fuckin PERRIS. GOSH. ugh. fuck .
I pull in front of his house... turn off the car, run to the trunk get his guitar and he gets out all slow after sleeping ... (i could have been home by now, but no i have fuckin 2 more hours of driving to do). he gets out reaches in his pocket.. gives me a fuckin dollar. I took that shit. what ever i didn't care about that i just wanted him to get the hell out of my car.... so he does.. and he is standing with his ass still pointed inside the car...and he fuckin FARTS. dude... that shit fuckin STUNK my car up.. he like couldn't turn around and fart out side of the car.. cuz his farts linger for ever and smell really bad. so any way... he leaves.. i go in my car and see all this trash.. he likes to leave trash in my car... so like i get all the trash and fuckin throw it all in front of his house cuz like I hate that when he treats my car like a damn trash can and so do my other friends. Fuckin' ughhh dude.
i get in my car and it smells like his fuckin fart even with the windows open for like 2 minutes as i am driving.
so I make it home 2 hours later. That is the last time he is going anywhere with me. He ain't gonna know about no events.. he didn't even appreciate it too much just sat and complained the whole night. No respect or consideration. The audacity of that child. Oh well, it will not happen again and it will be a long time before he sees my ass again.
bah.. that was a lot of venting and rambling.. haha