...where everything that happens seems so outrageous and goofy, and you frequently find yourself thinking..."I'm going to wake up any minute"... I just had one of those nights... This is a sort of long story, so I apologize, just thought maybe some people would enjoy it. haha
Now, I got thoroughly acquainted with my friends Blue Moon and Mary Jane tonight, so I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors.
Me and my friends are at the bar, playing some pool, having some beers... you know, bar stuff. Now, a rather drunk and rather... "unsavory" woman comes up to my friend (I don't use real names.. haha)... comes up to my friend Frank, and she starts getting all up on him. Now, Frank mentions our friend Mary Jane, and it turns out that this girl wants to meet Mary... now, three of us watching this go..."OH, we'll come and hang out with Mary Jane too... " not realizing that the girl just wanted to go to the van alone with Frank... c***block to the max...
So the night progresses, she's now hanging all over some new guy... They go into the womens bathroom together... She comes out like 10 minutes later, and a couple minutes after her, he comes out... so we do what any respectable drunk/high people would do... we cheer for him, loudly. He gets mad and starts talking $#!t but we couldn't hear him too much. He later on tried threatening Frank, telling him that him and his friends should have some respect for the lady... We ignore him some more and that's all we heard from him...
NOW...
Later on, some guy walks to the bathroom with a girl... holding hands with her. She goes in the bathroom and he politely waits outside the door. My friend Johnny comes up and tells me..."dude, that guy lives like 3 doors down from me, and he's married...not to that girl he was just holding hands with though". Not even a minute after that... the first girl from the paragraphs above... she comes up to Married Guy, and starts flirting with him, and he starts flirting with her, ALL THE WHILE, the chick he walked to the bathroom was still in there and somewhere his wife was probably slamming a bottle of whiskey and crying herself to sleep.
Now you might think... how can this get any better (or worse)? Well...
Me and Johnny leave the bar and go to White Castle, because it was in fact, what we where craving. We're eating our food, and a tiny little two door hatchback pulls into the parking lot, they slide around on the ice a bit and we watch. About 9, 15-16 year old kids come out of this thing like clowns in a cartoon, along with a kid that looked about 13. They all looked like puberty had just run them over with a train. Most of them are in basketball shorts, one in a leather coat, blah blah blah... They all seem to have contracted some sort of crotch disease, because they just kept grabbing their junk all while looking very angry. Now, they are at the pop machine, and the tallest one, a good 6 feet tall... I'll call him Slunk, because he looked like the lovechild of Sloth and Chunk from The Goonies. Slunk starts talking to his friends about my piercings (I have one inch holes in my earlobes, and a couple cartilage piercings in each ear)... They start saying stuff louder and louder and finally I ask them if there was a problem. Of course, their was a lot more cursing. One of these kids comes up to us and starts saying something, and before he can finish his sentence I go...
"Kid, how the **** old are you?"
"Are you ****ing serious... are y..."
"HOW THE **** OLD ARE YOU?"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS, THERE'S TEN OF US AND 2 OF YOU"
Now, I'm yelling at this kid, and he's yelling at me and the employees are looking concerned. This kid, sits down at the table next to us...
Him: "I think I'll sit right here"
Me: "Go right ahead man, we're going to enjoy our burgers like we where before you clowns came in, and then we're going to leave"
It continues like this, basically a bunch of smart ass sarcastic comments back and forth... Finally he goes back to his friends, they talk more crap, and we leave. Lots of middle fingers are exchanged as we where driving out and nothing more happened.
All of this, because we watched some punk ass little kids spin out in the parking lot.
I'm only 21... I shouldn't have to be asking.."what's wrong with kids these days"... ha
Damn man.
Happy holidays everybody... hope you enjoyed the story of my goofy random night.
And you know these types of kids wouldn't say a single word if they weren't in a huge group. I've been told by my friends that I look like some hard-ass tough guy, which might explain why they pretty much stopped talking once they realized I wasn't the least bit afraid of their threats. Damn kids. Someday I'll have a lawn of my own, and all the kids will fear it. *shakes fist*
