I'm glad that my car can't go faster than it can. There is very little advocacy for driving under the influence in this world and I can understand. But, there is nothing more fun than tripling the speed limit with a head full of booze. I consider myself a relatively smart person, but there are some things that I just refuse to comprehend, like... well, like laws. made it back home in record speed last night... I was too tired to go any slower. My reflexes were dim and my patience were short. When I have a huge desire to sleep in my own bed, there is very little that can stop me. So I take the plunge. Really stupid since I've been in a shit load of trouble with the law before for these types of shenanigans. Fuck them goddamn fascists. I made it home just fine last night. My room looks like it exploded. I could kill for a bacon egg and cheese on an everything bagel. Where's my gun?
I guess I'm not done. My memory just kicked in. Within my group of tightly knit friends, there lies an evil truth. We are a bunch of assholes and hooligans. First of all, there are only so many bars that we go to in the tri-state area. Collectively, between 3 of us, we are banned from at least 25 bars, mainly in NJ some in NYC. The problem mainly happens when you put us 3 in the same room with lots of booze, random people and crappy music. Within ten minutes of being in the bar one of us is saying,
"That guy is a prick. He's got no class."
To which one of us replies, "You wanna take him out?" Then the next round of beers come around and all is forgotten.
Over the past couple of years there have been plenty of being carried out passed out from bars, plenty of thrown out by security from clubs, forcing out by friends from places, throwing of chairs, tables, and punches, couple of broken faces and knuckles, lost glasses and cell phones. The funny thing is that we're all college buddies, we're educated have good jobs and are otherwise respectable.
One of us is a goon.
The other is a madman.
and the third is just angry.
We rotate our roles. Some less than others. I love these guys even-though they have gotten me in so much trouble together and we still keep on doing it. We have fought each other way too many times, but always end up with smiles. We've made each other stronger and more confident in life. We are why we are what we are. Three guys with very little fears because there is always someone on our side to buy us a beer, talk to, cheer us up, straighten us out, help us and be there for us. We all do our own things and don't live too close to each other, but we always end up gravitating to the same place. We are supported by other mellower friends that are awesome and wonderful people.
But its all about the 3 boys, screaming "BONZAI!" "Put him in a body bag!" "Sweep the leg!", running the dart board and pool table, spilling beer on each others heads, smacking the shit out of each other, putting 30 bucks in the juke box and not hearing anyone of your songs, drinking till you can't stand anymore. Gotta be grateful for that.
I guess I'm not done. My memory just kicked in. Within my group of tightly knit friends, there lies an evil truth. We are a bunch of assholes and hooligans. First of all, there are only so many bars that we go to in the tri-state area. Collectively, between 3 of us, we are banned from at least 25 bars, mainly in NJ some in NYC. The problem mainly happens when you put us 3 in the same room with lots of booze, random people and crappy music. Within ten minutes of being in the bar one of us is saying,
"That guy is a prick. He's got no class."
To which one of us replies, "You wanna take him out?" Then the next round of beers come around and all is forgotten.
Over the past couple of years there have been plenty of being carried out passed out from bars, plenty of thrown out by security from clubs, forcing out by friends from places, throwing of chairs, tables, and punches, couple of broken faces and knuckles, lost glasses and cell phones. The funny thing is that we're all college buddies, we're educated have good jobs and are otherwise respectable.
One of us is a goon.
The other is a madman.
and the third is just angry.
We rotate our roles. Some less than others. I love these guys even-though they have gotten me in so much trouble together and we still keep on doing it. We have fought each other way too many times, but always end up with smiles. We've made each other stronger and more confident in life. We are why we are what we are. Three guys with very little fears because there is always someone on our side to buy us a beer, talk to, cheer us up, straighten us out, help us and be there for us. We all do our own things and don't live too close to each other, but we always end up gravitating to the same place. We are supported by other mellower friends that are awesome and wonderful people.
But its all about the 3 boys, screaming "BONZAI!" "Put him in a body bag!" "Sweep the leg!", running the dart board and pool table, spilling beer on each others heads, smacking the shit out of each other, putting 30 bucks in the juke box and not hearing anyone of your songs, drinking till you can't stand anymore. Gotta be grateful for that.
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