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No one including myself really gives a shit, its just another day, but my 21st was friggin sweet on the account of a few things I was told I did at the Kenny Chesney concert in my annihilated state of total belligerence. As we were walking out of Saavis there were these two old women and they were walking slow. Well my buddies Wayne and TJ are keeping me balanced. And I can't take this phlegmatic pace anymore. So I tell everybody I am going to make a run for the car which happens to be about a mile away from the concert and we hadn't even gotten out the doors yet. They try to stop me but you would be amazed at how strong and fast a man is after shooting Cuervo and Jager all night and chasing the shots with triple crown and cokes. I wasn't agile but damnit I was a freight train. So I bolt for the door and throw a hipcheck into one of the old ladies that was keeping this record-setting pace. Well she just so happened to have a walker. And it went flying as did she.(Not one of my proudest moments but a fucking funny one for sure) So I get outside and finally fresh air. But then the spin set in. Now all I hear is voices and all is see are blurring colors and I notice there is this one limousine parked dead in front of saavis. It looked like one of the ones we build so I had to investigate. So I stumble over to it take a good look at it and then I start yakking all over the hood of the limo. The driver gets out and I put up my dukes. But then I realize he was just bringing me a bottle of water. What a good guy. So we finish walking to the car and by this point I am cooked, I am dry heaving and I am pretty much ready to either feel better or die. And this cocksucker blocked us in the parking lot. And I remember getting angry and hocking a loogie (sp?) on the winshield and the only reason I remember was because I was almost dead sure that if you got out a tape measure and measured where it landed that it was dead center in the middle of that winshield. After that I never started feeling better but I did puke out the car all the way down gravois into south city with my door open and my head hanging out the bottom of the door and we were going really fast. Puking at high speeds could prove to be a new hobby of mine just to see how the cars behind you react to the projectile vomit. Yes I know this story was pretty gross and at some times crude but it was my 21st and dont a majority of them end up like that?