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Hells Yeah!! Hellride AZ!! Slept for about an hour on Friday morning, got up at 6am went to work, got some crazy idea in my head to go out to AZ, left around 11pm got there at almost 6am...bam 24 hours down. Now I got 48 hours to get 48 thrills. Wake up around 9am, too fucking hot to sleep. It isn't even April and the 'zone is a fucking oven already. No food at my friends place so what are we to do? Brews for breakfast. Spit some Coors Orig. out on my friends face- time to wake up you mother fucker we just wasted 3 hours sleeping!! It takes us a while for everyone to be able to move enough to skate. But after some tokes, pills and brews we are good to go. Headed to the local concrete slab and got fried in about 5 minutes. Huh, what should we do until dark? Drink and smoke. Fuck ya, now it is almost dark. Head back out to schralp some shit up. Get to see a bunch of my old friends so it is cool. Head back to my friends pad and there is already a party going with his roomates. The WetBoys are already raging it up with some high school girls, we go to Applebee's eat and drink other people's drinks when they aren't looking or if they are left at a table unoccupied. I learned the hard way about doing this because this one strawberry daqurie(I dont know how to spell it because i dont drink em) that I grabbed off of a random table had a bunch of mustard in it...that sucked, trust me. Head back to the party, thank god the high schoolers went home so now it is time to really get goin'. (We didn't want some little bitches mommy comin over looking for her little slut.) We skated the kitchen, dropped in on the cupboards, spray painted the first person to passout after we cut the shit out of his hair (it actually looked better after we cut it). Kicked out some frat boys that ended up going to some other house and fucked with them. This is when it got sketchy. This other house of people thought it was us or our friends or some shit and came over like 15 people deep. They proceeded to pick up a chunk of concrete and smash my fucking homie in the skull, total warzone, concrete chunks bouncing of one dudes ear and into someone elses nose. Bottles flying, some psycho chick with a giant coke nail skratching at anyone she could. Then some fucking heavymetal gangsta(whatever the fuck that is) climbed up on a car, got dragged off, picked up some fucking boulder and smashed my friends rear windshield. Shit got crazier then. Everything went out of the front yard and down into the street around the corner, total fucking warzone. you couldn't tell who was your friend or who was trying to fuck you up because by this time it is like 4am and we are all wasted and it is dark as hell out. I got ran up on from behind and sucker punched, i thought it was my friend and i was all like, "what are you doing man, it's me!" then i realized, nope, not my friend. I was pissed because during this whole shit I held onto my beer, until i got sucker punched. Then i dropped it. Fucking pissed off now. I may or may not have hit the guy with my bottle when i threw it at him (after I picked it up and chugged the rest down). I plead the 5th on that shit. Either way when shit calmed down our friend that got hit with the concrete the worst was still knocked out and by this point police and paramedics are arriving. After some persuasion they talk Squints into the Ambulance, that didn't last long. He regained enough conciousness to swing at a few EMT's and jump out of the ambulance before he got charged the $2000 or whatever they charge for an ambulance ride these days. Went to the hospital with fake info, when they said he was ok, he booked it out of there. Then we all went to sleep around 7:30am. Woke back up at 10-10:30 ate some Pigs in a Blanket from an IHOP where a Cuban Artist killed himself a few years back by jumping of the blue IHOP roof to his death. (how tragically artistic). Drove home, blew out my speakers in my car, went to sleep after a bootie call, woke up went to work. I got my 48 thrills in about 36 hours. Goddamn you gotta love the weekends!! -names have been omitted to protect the guilty.

I am a mess.... I like to fall on my face. I like to lurk out. I like a lot of stuff, and I don't like a lot of stuff. You wanna know more? Then hit me up.