cramming in a five-seater with seven? DUI checkpoints? no way. walking down a mile+ with a group of seven only knowing one? yes please. Result? Found a party by walking before people driving found one, found a nice looking tree, tried to give directions with music on = fail, left that place, walked more, passed some cops, went to an apartment, meet new people, saw a dude dressed in a dress, gave directions without music on = success, left that place, walked more, parking lots, narrow passageways between houses and fences, backyards, found another nice looking tree, walked though a frat house, cut through a fence, into a crowd of people, got the guys taken care of, tapped out, left, walked more, almost got impaled in the liver (ironic) by a steel rod sticking up through the ground four feet high, jaywalked, got punched in the stomach by some chick passing by as I was getting out of her way to give her the sidewalk, back to first house, everyone outside, thought my friends were talking to an undercover cop but it was really just a religious guy, "Gumby!", "the nickel nickel nine!", "hey boys where are you costumes?", fooled that questioner with an Australian accent, snapped to Californian, then back to Australian as I said my goodbyes, totally blew her mind, walked more, passed people giving out free water bottles on the corners, 14 Hath = nothing, walked through campus, poly canyon, gypsum, relaxed with Forrest Gump then some Trueblood, "t bell? you down?", "you know it!", parked at the bk lounge, "two crunchy tacos," "$1.49 please," "sweet!," "192!," grubbed, learned a new rating system: the area code, practiced it at t bell, trash, walk, ride back, bitch, park, rooftop, elevator, football, entrance, "night!," apartment, fridge, water, shower, write.
Gotta love the eves.
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