porkswords

so, the first night i was up at "R-Ranch" (don't know why they call it that, it's a couple of miles away from Lake Berryessa,) me and my boy got fucking annihilated. at some point we got into my car and went to the Flats, where i guess is kind of a "anything goes" area on the ranch and people tend to congregate there after 10 PM or so. after doing doughnuts in the Flats because no one was there, we decided to go back to the main area and since it was about 1 am or so, i hauled ass on the way back. along the way my boy was hanging out of my window, hollering at some chicks who took off in their golf cart to get away from the drunk dudes pimping around in a tricked out Honda Civic blasting rap. i got kind of lost trying to find my way back to the parking lot to park my car and then this white truck came booking it out of the cuts, blocking the road infront of me.

it was the ranch security and they walked up to my car, immeditately seeing the open bottle of Jameson i had in my lap and he began reaming me about my speeding, my buddy hanging out of the window, and how loud we were bumping music. (fyi, the ranch is private property and cops aren't allowed to come on unless asked to and they don't give a shit about open bottles and shit in cars since the speed limit is supposed to be 10 mph.) i guess i sweet talked him or something because his boss decided to just let us go with a slap of the hand.

an hour later i was walking around by myself in the dark without a flashlight, trying to find where the fucking cabin was. i knew we were next to a creek and i was walking, i thought to myself, "I think that creek should be pretty clofuck" and i fell in the fucking creek.

that was day one.

in other news, i drew this and some other shit i uploaded into my folder: