conversating
I guess I should preface this by saying my neighborhood is full of couples over the age of 50. And they all like their quiet. So, when I came home last night and could hear a bass and drum beat from my closed windows, I thought, man, the neighbors are not as boring as I thought.
And of course, the most logical thing for me to do was resurrect my freshman year self and walk over. So I did.
It turns out the 90-some year old woman that lived in one of the houses on my road had made the big switch to assisted living, and this 20-year old girl, rolling on e, was taking care of the place for her.
I met a group of teenagers (one of whom was also rolling and apparently supplied half of the party with it) as soon as I walked up. They gave me a beer and I talked to one of them for about twenty minutes about why he chose not to go to college. Apparently, he attended public high school illegally, and had to drop out in his second semester of his senior year. He wasn't planning on going to college anyway, because he thought he could learn just as much by going to "parties like this" and "conversating" with people like me. I'm not dragging on people who don't go to college, just this guy, because I'm sure he had enough holes in his brain to strain lettuce.
A bunch of people were sitting next to a campfire, so I pulled up a chair and was almost pounced on by a guy named Pie. And immediately, he started telling me this story about a girl he used to date (a girl I actually rode with when I was in middle school), and how he beat the shit out of three of my friends single handedly when the girl broke up with him. He didn't know they were my friends. Then he asked me if I wanted some e, and I'm like, wtf is up with EVERYONE here rolling? The kicker of the whole Pie story is that he had a blue heeler puppy named Levy with him that he got five days ago. I told him that I was going to take the puppy home with me because I tell that to everyone who has adorable soft puppies, and he said, "Sure, just as long as you give me your phone number and promise to hang out with me." Really?
How many of you would give up a puppy for a girl's phone number? The teenager rolling said he would...but he doesn't count.
And of course, the most logical thing for me to do was resurrect my freshman year self and walk over. So I did.
It turns out the 90-some year old woman that lived in one of the houses on my road had made the big switch to assisted living, and this 20-year old girl, rolling on e, was taking care of the place for her.
I met a group of teenagers (one of whom was also rolling and apparently supplied half of the party with it) as soon as I walked up. They gave me a beer and I talked to one of them for about twenty minutes about why he chose not to go to college. Apparently, he attended public high school illegally, and had to drop out in his second semester of his senior year. He wasn't planning on going to college anyway, because he thought he could learn just as much by going to "parties like this" and "conversating" with people like me. I'm not dragging on people who don't go to college, just this guy, because I'm sure he had enough holes in his brain to strain lettuce.
A bunch of people were sitting next to a campfire, so I pulled up a chair and was almost pounced on by a guy named Pie. And immediately, he started telling me this story about a girl he used to date (a girl I actually rode with when I was in middle school), and how he beat the shit out of three of my friends single handedly when the girl broke up with him. He didn't know they were my friends. Then he asked me if I wanted some e, and I'm like, wtf is up with EVERYONE here rolling? The kicker of the whole Pie story is that he had a blue heeler puppy named Levy with him that he got five days ago. I told him that I was going to take the puppy home with me because I tell that to everyone who has adorable soft puppies, and he said, "Sure, just as long as you give me your phone number and promise to hang out with me." Really?
How many of you would give up a puppy for a girl's phone number? The teenager rolling said he would...but he doesn't count.