okay, okay...shit...
i jus hafta tell this story. okay so yesterday, to be technical, was the funniest shit i've been through in a long ass time. Lemme start from school. okay. so i wake up, hella late. i usually get up at 5 40 but today i woke up at 6 30. shit SO LATE. whatever, fuck it. i get to chamber at 7 30 but whatever, i couldn't do anything about it, plus half the guys were missing. school starts and its C block first. history was a breeze. mass was aight, amanda told me about the smuggling shit into cuba. sounds like fun. english, if u can believe it, was easy, but the homeworks shit long. a block was nothing but magic. not only wayne, but mr araujo's speech about never letting anybody close doors for you, or closing them because you lack the motivation to go through them, or let alone open them. shit, another touching few minutes of inspirational words. i was hoping to work out at b block, but jus ended up going to the portable to play piano. much needed alone time with a broken piano. after school i went to eat with dee and sabrina...but yea. anyways. it was good. it was raining. thank my stars i had a weather implement to keep us dry. i didn't eat, but it was still great...in it's own ways.
okay now's the real thing. AFTER SCHOOL. my days consist of two parts. school, and after school. after school everybody headed downtown. me n justin jacked a rugby polo for school. i didn't jack anything at u.o. even though we went there. after that headed over to melvyns to chill. played xbox for an hour or something. rocked and got rocked the call of duty way. suddenly justin wanted to go downtown again to refund one of his games, genius thinking. i was hesitant in going because i saw little point, unless...we were JACKING! yeayuh. couldn't wait. back in the ring, shit "nobody can catch me." OKAY now that all the pointless details are over i can get started with one of the greatest nights in a long while. we headed there in justins van. scoring another great parking spot right on location. hitting up pc first we went to eb. shit, musicians on the street, the feeling was good. we first went to u.o. warm up round. we always went here before heading to aa. not sure why, it's just EASIER. we went in and justin was bitching about it being too heaty going there so many times in one week, or let alone, one day. i really didn't care, i just wanted to get ready for the main event. we paced the floor like predators. searching for a prey i found something. gotta flask for denise's and a hat. never rocked one before so might's well try. it's free anyways. jem jacked like crazy, gotta give props. jourgen got his toys again, shit that guys hilarious. we were starting to leave. approaching the sensors everybody got outside the doors...well almost everybody. suddenly as i crossed some unknown invisible line of stupidity something rang in my ears, my head, and my chest...
OH FUCK!!!
shiiiiit. i got fucking jacked. as some fag and a girl came up to us to check what happened they asked us to go through the sensor individually. it took us three trys to actually do it right. i already knew it was me. flashes of lectures from joe burke about "flight and fight" would i run? book it like crazy. or maybe stand up to karma and see what happens. the girl took me to the side of the store to ask me to take of my jacket. i was freaked. while i was following her i dropped the hat. but the douche was spotting me from my back. shit. he walked up to me and fronted me. i had no other options. i came clean and she told me i was banned. whatever, i didn't care. but fuck...got caught. anyways, she told me if i had more than 10$ she'd call the cops. well to cut the story short, i did have more than 10$ she was about the call the cops. till i was forced into the flight mode. i booked it like crazy, which looking back was a waste of energy. i coulda walked outta the store and nothing woulda happened. nobody chased me. i was in the clear, that was till walking back to justins van, we all realized that justin had no more van.
OH FUCK!!!
jourgen told us all that "it was free after 8" FREAKING NOOB. it turned out that it was only free after 8...for TAXI'S. WTF?! so yea, shit we were fucked for a little while. jem showed up from no where, walking up towards us from a block away. justin called his brother to ask him to pick up the car. we took a taxi to 1410 to busters towing lot. shit. we ended up waiting there for a bit, beating justins brother there, who it turned out wanted a little exercise, so jogged it down from p.c. harsh the opposite of justin. while we were waiting we went over the night. laughed like shit at jourgens pink eyed toy, or freaking chris galleto. justin told his brother jem was the only one with his N, so jem ended up driving him to granville. a buncha noob drivers could actually make it around vancouver. heading back we decide to hit up fatih's. a few slices and a couple of crazy ass tags we ended up back at melvs. spreading the word i end the night with a bit of guitar. peace'd it, droped off some kids. then kicked it back at home, laughing my ass off at the stupid shit i do as the kid i am.
"don't let a few small insignificant things determine who you're going to become."
nothing, dear darling, matters
you're gorgeous and new
i'm on my feet, so excited
just to set my eyes onto you.
