I just had a really detailed dream involving stealing weed from kids.
We broke into some kids house, snuck up on his lit room. Light from his room was shafting out into the room we were in. There were four of us. We didn't say anything. When we opened his door, he was too shocked to say anything. I tackled him and held his mouth shut. Then, when that didn't work very well, I stuffed a bandanna in his mouth and closed his jaw on it. I think two of the other guys were holding him and ed was looking for the weed.
I got impatient and looked for it myself. I remember one of the guys made a comment afterwards about the deftness of my motion.I was on my A game for sure.
We scored about an eighth. Not much to shake a fucking stick at.
Then we left and went to a local Armenian restraunt that my mind had just devised. It was a sort of hip, yet rugged place to be. Like, if the Mos Eisley cantina were in a town that was basically not all that bad.
Then there was an elaborate bit about being worried about getting caught. One of those things where several people know a fact, but certain people need to not know.
I embarrassed myself in a big way yesterday and the day before.
I was doing great. Having fun, but being ok.
Then the Everclear made me ugly.
But seriously, fuck Kevin. What kind of posh, poser asshole brings grain alcohol to a party with free beer?
Fucking whatever. I need to get ready for practice. I gotta kick some shit.
We broke into some kids house, snuck up on his lit room. Light from his room was shafting out into the room we were in. There were four of us. We didn't say anything. When we opened his door, he was too shocked to say anything. I tackled him and held his mouth shut. Then, when that didn't work very well, I stuffed a bandanna in his mouth and closed his jaw on it. I think two of the other guys were holding him and ed was looking for the weed.
I got impatient and looked for it myself. I remember one of the guys made a comment afterwards about the deftness of my motion.I was on my A game for sure.
We scored about an eighth. Not much to shake a fucking stick at.
Then we left and went to a local Armenian restraunt that my mind had just devised. It was a sort of hip, yet rugged place to be. Like, if the Mos Eisley cantina were in a town that was basically not all that bad.
Then there was an elaborate bit about being worried about getting caught. One of those things where several people know a fact, but certain people need to not know.
I embarrassed myself in a big way yesterday and the day before.
I was doing great. Having fun, but being ok.
Then the Everclear made me ugly.
But seriously, fuck Kevin. What kind of posh, poser asshole brings grain alcohol to a party with free beer?
Fucking whatever. I need to get ready for practice. I gotta kick some shit.