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okay, yesterday was the worst day of my life. no, make it the worst weekend, somebody just kill me now.
it all started friday night, when a friend of mine from the mall decided to give me gas money if i drove her to a downtown bar to see a friend of hers. i said okay because i don't have anymore money and i needed gas. so the night went well until she told me to stop at the grocery store so she could buy some cigarettes. (this was around midnight already.) i parked the car and she got out, i told her i'll just wait in the car. so when she got back i turn my key to start the car and it won't start. i said fuck! so we go ask people in the parking lot if they could give us a jump start, two tries later with two more cars my car still wont start. so i talk to the manager of the grocery store if i could leave my car over there overnight, they said yeah that's fine don't worry about it. so that's settled, how am i gonna get home then? i called a friend of mine that live in the area and they let me and my other friend stay at their house for the night. i told her that just bring me back here at the store before you go to work tomorrow.
next day (saturday), 9 am.
back at the grocery store, still the same problem with my car. so me and my friend start calling friends of ours that could possibly pick us up. after we ran out of quarters we had the grand idea of walking back home... actually it was my idea. how stupid could i get? downtown to suburbia, walking. after a few minutes of walking i said fuck it, i want to take the bus. so i go beg for money at gas stations for about two dollars for me and my friend. and a few really good people gave it to me. thank you so much who ever you are. got to the bus but it took me about an hour to get on the right one because i've never been on american public transportation. and my friend who was with me is from germany so she also has no clue how buses work here in the US. so frist bus comes we got it and asked if this bus goes to west oaks mall, bus driver says no it's the next one he says. next one comes and the driver says the same thing, about five buses pass with all the same answer, our plan to walk back home is slowly sounding pretty good again. but finally the right bus comes and we get to westheimer and eldridge, where my german friend's apartment is.
same day, 12 noon.
got to my friends apartment finally closer to my house at least about a fifteen minute drive from her house to mine. we talked a little bit about what we're going to do about my car, i need to replace the old battery with a new one. luckily my mom just bought a new one a month ago and never used it. so my objective now is to get home somehow, because my friend doesn't have a car either, and transport the battery back downtown where my car is and install it. i don't fucking know how to change a battery of a car i barely even wash my car, i don't know how to do that! good thing this german girl knows how to, ha germans and cars. so i decided to walk home, took me about two hours to get home in the freakin heat!!
2 pm.
after a very long walk in the heat i start calling people to give me a ride to my car. after about an hour of calling people my cousin valerie finally calls back and she's at a party with her parents, but still helps me out and will be at my house in half an hour.
3.30 pm.
cousin picks me up got the battery with me. we pick up my friend from her apartment, got her tools with her. reached my car around 4.20 pm. we start fixing the car.
5.20 pm.
about an hour later we finally did it. i didn't think it would take us an hour but the important thing is we did it. so we all go home. my cousin goes back to her house, i drop off my friend at her work at west oaks mall, and i go home! before i droped my freind off she told me that i should come back up later at 9 pm because there is a band playing at a restaurant in the mall. i said okay because she said that she'll buy me drinks. you can't just turn free booze down.
9.30 pm
i get there at birraporetti's restaurant and my friend was preparing to leave told her i fell asleep and just woke up. so she introduces me to the people that work at the restaurant, she comes there a lot and she knows the band that was playing. the band was called coco and the players. coco is a big fat samoan guy, i don't mean that to insult him but he's one of those very charismatic cool fat dudes. and there was the players i forgot their names already because i was all cought up in calling them playas. few beers, stories and laughs with the people at the bar later. i decided to go home my german friend is getting a ride from somebody else so she want to get her tools out of my car.
sunday 1.07 am
we walk out to the parking lot and see my car with the trunk popped up i run to it and the back window is broken the inside of my car a mess my glove compartment open papers all over my car. SOMEBODY JUST BROKE INTO MY CAR!!!!!!! MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!! i get into a drunken rage, screaming, punchin walls, kicking cars. i never get angry, but if i do get the fuck out of my way. i start running down the street looking for any sign of the fuckers that broke in. i ran down westheimer and highway six looking into every car screaming at them and just being very violent. finally my friends from the bar picked me up in a pickup truck with force and tried to calm me down. they drove back to the mall and they called mall security to report that my car was broken into. they ask me questions and blablabla i said i want to file a police report. police comes asks the same questions i tell them the same answers. what happened, what was stolen and stuff like that. they stole my most valuable possession, my cd's. yeah, they're just cd's but i've had some of those cd's since i was in high school in the philippines (for those of you that know, they got cheese album, two greyhoudz albums, two slapshock albums, imago, barbie's cradle, two sandwich albums, teeth, wolfgang, and much more pinoy rock). im really pissed off too that they took my coldplay cd's, my japanese punk rock cd's, rare cd's that's pretty hard to find, hence rare. artists the noteverbody knows but i really like, visitor jim, plumb, shakespear's sister, and a few more. fuck that was my whole cd collection!!!!! oh yeah they stole my friend's tools too. and a few more of my stuff but i still havent checked it thoroughly. im still pissed off.
sunday 6pm
i know what im going to do. im gonna be calm about it, im going to stakeout that parking lot every night im gonna follow every car, im gonna go to every garage sale in the area, im going to listen to music that's coming out of every car if i hear any of my philippine cd's playing and you're not filipino get ready for an accident you fucking bastard, i will ram your car so hard over and over until i see your head rip off your fucking neck. after that i will make it hard for you family because i will send your head to them by mail motherfucker!!!!
it all started friday night, when a friend of mine from the mall decided to give me gas money if i drove her to a downtown bar to see a friend of hers. i said okay because i don't have anymore money and i needed gas. so the night went well until she told me to stop at the grocery store so she could buy some cigarettes. (this was around midnight already.) i parked the car and she got out, i told her i'll just wait in the car. so when she got back i turn my key to start the car and it won't start. i said fuck! so we go ask people in the parking lot if they could give us a jump start, two tries later with two more cars my car still wont start. so i talk to the manager of the grocery store if i could leave my car over there overnight, they said yeah that's fine don't worry about it. so that's settled, how am i gonna get home then? i called a friend of mine that live in the area and they let me and my other friend stay at their house for the night. i told her that just bring me back here at the store before you go to work tomorrow.
next day (saturday), 9 am.
back at the grocery store, still the same problem with my car. so me and my friend start calling friends of ours that could possibly pick us up. after we ran out of quarters we had the grand idea of walking back home... actually it was my idea. how stupid could i get? downtown to suburbia, walking. after a few minutes of walking i said fuck it, i want to take the bus. so i go beg for money at gas stations for about two dollars for me and my friend. and a few really good people gave it to me. thank you so much who ever you are. got to the bus but it took me about an hour to get on the right one because i've never been on american public transportation. and my friend who was with me is from germany so she also has no clue how buses work here in the US. so frist bus comes we got it and asked if this bus goes to west oaks mall, bus driver says no it's the next one he says. next one comes and the driver says the same thing, about five buses pass with all the same answer, our plan to walk back home is slowly sounding pretty good again. but finally the right bus comes and we get to westheimer and eldridge, where my german friend's apartment is.
same day, 12 noon.
got to my friends apartment finally closer to my house at least about a fifteen minute drive from her house to mine. we talked a little bit about what we're going to do about my car, i need to replace the old battery with a new one. luckily my mom just bought a new one a month ago and never used it. so my objective now is to get home somehow, because my friend doesn't have a car either, and transport the battery back downtown where my car is and install it. i don't fucking know how to change a battery of a car i barely even wash my car, i don't know how to do that! good thing this german girl knows how to, ha germans and cars. so i decided to walk home, took me about two hours to get home in the freakin heat!!
2 pm.
after a very long walk in the heat i start calling people to give me a ride to my car. after about an hour of calling people my cousin valerie finally calls back and she's at a party with her parents, but still helps me out and will be at my house in half an hour.
3.30 pm.
cousin picks me up got the battery with me. we pick up my friend from her apartment, got her tools with her. reached my car around 4.20 pm. we start fixing the car.
5.20 pm.
about an hour later we finally did it. i didn't think it would take us an hour but the important thing is we did it. so we all go home. my cousin goes back to her house, i drop off my friend at her work at west oaks mall, and i go home! before i droped my freind off she told me that i should come back up later at 9 pm because there is a band playing at a restaurant in the mall. i said okay because she said that she'll buy me drinks. you can't just turn free booze down.
9.30 pm
i get there at birraporetti's restaurant and my friend was preparing to leave told her i fell asleep and just woke up. so she introduces me to the people that work at the restaurant, she comes there a lot and she knows the band that was playing. the band was called coco and the players. coco is a big fat samoan guy, i don't mean that to insult him but he's one of those very charismatic cool fat dudes. and there was the players i forgot their names already because i was all cought up in calling them playas. few beers, stories and laughs with the people at the bar later. i decided to go home my german friend is getting a ride from somebody else so she want to get her tools out of my car.
sunday 1.07 am
we walk out to the parking lot and see my car with the trunk popped up i run to it and the back window is broken the inside of my car a mess my glove compartment open papers all over my car. SOMEBODY JUST BROKE INTO MY CAR!!!!!!! MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!! i get into a drunken rage, screaming, punchin walls, kicking cars. i never get angry, but if i do get the fuck out of my way. i start running down the street looking for any sign of the fuckers that broke in. i ran down westheimer and highway six looking into every car screaming at them and just being very violent. finally my friends from the bar picked me up in a pickup truck with force and tried to calm me down. they drove back to the mall and they called mall security to report that my car was broken into. they ask me questions and blablabla i said i want to file a police report. police comes asks the same questions i tell them the same answers. what happened, what was stolen and stuff like that. they stole my most valuable possession, my cd's. yeah, they're just cd's but i've had some of those cd's since i was in high school in the philippines (for those of you that know, they got cheese album, two greyhoudz albums, two slapshock albums, imago, barbie's cradle, two sandwich albums, teeth, wolfgang, and much more pinoy rock). im really pissed off too that they took my coldplay cd's, my japanese punk rock cd's, rare cd's that's pretty hard to find, hence rare. artists the noteverbody knows but i really like, visitor jim, plumb, shakespear's sister, and a few more. fuck that was my whole cd collection!!!!! oh yeah they stole my friend's tools too. and a few more of my stuff but i still havent checked it thoroughly. im still pissed off.
sunday 6pm
i know what im going to do. im gonna be calm about it, im going to stakeout that parking lot every night im gonna follow every car, im gonna go to every garage sale in the area, im going to listen to music that's coming out of every car if i hear any of my philippine cd's playing and you're not filipino get ready for an accident you fucking bastard, i will ram your car so hard over and over until i see your head rip off your fucking neck. after that i will make it hard for you family because i will send your head to them by mail motherfucker!!!!