The Fall of M. Night Shyalaman..
God damn! I havn't updated this thing in like years. So hears a brief run down of what happend the past few months... ... Ok, now that I got that out of the way we will return to our regularly scheduled program...
Yea. So lastnight I went to the carnival with Doug, Danielle, and Ashlee. We went to this little stand in someones yard and Doug got an inflatable spiderman non-posable action doll and a crazy pirate hat. There were a bunch of people we didnt know, so we sat down for a while. These guys came up and asked us if they could smoke next to us so we said, "yes". Thinking they meant smoking a cigarette, one of the guys pulls out a J and sparks it up. Danielle just stares at them until they just pass it to her. I wouldn't have minded getting blazed but I didn't wanna ask complete strangers if i could smoke their weed. And they only had a J, so i figured 4 people + Joint = not that great of a high, so I sat this one out. We ended up leaving the carnival at like 9:15 in the PM because Ashlee had to go home. So me and doug went to Hoyts to see The Village. That was probably the biggest mistake of the night. I was into the movie for the first hour maybe.. then.. well I wont fuck the movie up for everyone. Anyway, when we were walking out of the theatre, all these black people were saying stuff like, "Fuck that movie!", so Doug says, "I know man i coulda been out gettin stoned or something." and the whole theatre goes quiet. Heh. Funny Stuff. So when we got out of the theatre we saw John and MC, so we stopped and told them how gay the movie was then we were off on our journey home. The path to the woods was well-lit by the moon, but when we got IN the woods we couldnt see shit. So now my legs are covered in scratches because i walked into a huge ass thing of sticker bushes. We arrived at the street at the end of the trail (Cleaveland Ave. I believe) so we had to walk up the mile long street of nothing but houses, cars, and old people sitting out on their porches (if you aren't familiar with Linthicum, streets tend to be a mile long and there is no turning back). While walking up Hammonds Ferry, we heard an engine off in the distance. I told Doug that it was probably Mike in his Celica. But it turned out to be 4 bikers. Like 3 minutes later we hear it again but it ended up being some fat guy on his motor cycle. All I could guess was that the convoy of 4 had lost one of their fellow biker friends on Aviation Blvd. Well im out like a fat kid loves cake.
Peace.
OH and by the way if anyone would like to congratulate me for continuing on my journal and not completely abandoning it, drop me a comment or something.
Yea. So lastnight I went to the carnival with Doug, Danielle, and Ashlee. We went to this little stand in someones yard and Doug got an inflatable spiderman non-posable action doll and a crazy pirate hat. There were a bunch of people we didnt know, so we sat down for a while. These guys came up and asked us if they could smoke next to us so we said, "yes". Thinking they meant smoking a cigarette, one of the guys pulls out a J and sparks it up. Danielle just stares at them until they just pass it to her. I wouldn't have minded getting blazed but I didn't wanna ask complete strangers if i could smoke their weed. And they only had a J, so i figured 4 people + Joint = not that great of a high, so I sat this one out. We ended up leaving the carnival at like 9:15 in the PM because Ashlee had to go home. So me and doug went to Hoyts to see The Village. That was probably the biggest mistake of the night. I was into the movie for the first hour maybe.. then.. well I wont fuck the movie up for everyone. Anyway, when we were walking out of the theatre, all these black people were saying stuff like, "Fuck that movie!", so Doug says, "I know man i coulda been out gettin stoned or something." and the whole theatre goes quiet. Heh. Funny Stuff. So when we got out of the theatre we saw John and MC, so we stopped and told them how gay the movie was then we were off on our journey home. The path to the woods was well-lit by the moon, but when we got IN the woods we couldnt see shit. So now my legs are covered in scratches because i walked into a huge ass thing of sticker bushes. We arrived at the street at the end of the trail (Cleaveland Ave. I believe) so we had to walk up the mile long street of nothing but houses, cars, and old people sitting out on their porches (if you aren't familiar with Linthicum, streets tend to be a mile long and there is no turning back). While walking up Hammonds Ferry, we heard an engine off in the distance. I told Doug that it was probably Mike in his Celica. But it turned out to be 4 bikers. Like 3 minutes later we hear it again but it ended up being some fat guy on his motor cycle. All I could guess was that the convoy of 4 had lost one of their fellow biker friends on Aviation Blvd. Well im out like a fat kid loves cake.
Peace.
OH and by the way if anyone would like to congratulate me for continuing on my journal and not completely abandoning it, drop me a comment or something.