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Jesse and I went to the Riverside Graveyard so I could take some pictures around 5ish. We walked around, made fun of dead peoples names, which is why we're going to hell (but the best name by far was Tiddies). We also found "Dickwood" and "Johnson" right next to eachother. I love Jesse. Anyways - we get in my car when it gets dark, and drive to the gate....its closed and locked shut. We've been locked inside of the graveyard. What the hell? It was awesome. So I called Philip and told him to go get some bolt cutters and break us the fuck out of that bitch. He was eating dinner with Jane at Doc Cheys, and hung up on me. Don't blame him. Gnar. I called the police dispatch - explained something about our situation, and they said that they'd come unlock the gates for us. 10 minutes later we were out and about, flustered, but happy not to be stuck in a graveyard. I was cool, very cool. I got some sweet pictures too.
I thought I should say something about that. Good story, its not every day that you get locked inside of a graveyard. The police dispatch lady laughed at me too.
I thought I should say something about that. Good story, its not every day that you get locked inside of a graveyard. The police dispatch lady laughed at me too.