so last night was pretty interesting. i got off of work about an hour and a half early and came home and of course plopped myself down in front of the computer. justin's on and we discuss the fact that he has a case. a case is a terrible thing to have, you need to get rid of it as soon as possible, and you need a friend to help you. otherwise...well don't ask dumb questions like that.
so justin says he's coming over, and chris says he is too. well they get here, and we leave with no destination in mind, really. but we have a backpack full of beer, crackers, and shitty tostitos...we thought ahead this time. so we're cruising around and i remember that adri is supposed to be home and her parents not. we go over, but no adri. we go to dayna's, she says adri is staying out at the barn...and that is so typical. so we go BACK to adri's house, intent on just going in and drinking there anyway. ya know, the garage door was unlocked and i was inside before we decided this was a shitty idea. so we were off again.
we went downtown and i suggested going up to the roof of town square. well we're in the door and into the lobby when we hear footsteps. now for one thing, we look damned suspicious. i mean, there could be anything in this backpack. so we get in the elevator and hit the close door button and it gets almost shut and the guy sticks his foot in or something. some fag in a polo shirt and red hair. "can i help you guys?" me-"can we just go up and hang out?" "no" so we leave.
we go farther into downtown and up onto another rooftop that justin knows. this was a rather awesome place to drink, i must say. so we're there for an hour or so when we hear this CRUNCH, CLANG! oh snap! we didn't see nothin! we look way over and some truck is wrapped around a cement pole. well there's people running in from all over, and i want to see too, so i talk to the other two into it. we go over and jakob downer and stuttering mike explain that one truck had run two stop lights and hit another truck, sending it over the hill almost into the power station there. i look behind me and sure enough, there's another truck all fucked up down the hill. we leave as all the cops get there, go back up and have some more beer. then decide we want food. napoli's was closed, but wal mart never is, so we went there. man, microwave baby back ribs shoulda been better than that. but justin and i bought 3 pounds of chicken tenders. w00t. fuckin delicious. then we just sorta chilled at my house till sleep overtook us. and as you can see by the time on this entry, it didn't hold me long. stupid fucking kitten.
music:craig's brother - "losing my religion"
