absurd hotbox

I went up town to look for a couple of my buddies, but I couldn't find them. I ran into some other friends instead. We cruised over to one of their places, and we ate all her oranges. Another buddy showed up, and soon after we walked into town and tried to find someone to grab us some liquor.

A few people pulled up in their car and handed us all some smokes. We gave them some money to get us some beer, and another buddy pulled up. We all got into his car and drove to the park. We hotboxed the shit out of it and then headed back to town square, but the other people hadn't got our liquor yet. Instead we all drove down to the beach.

Someone else showed up with their car, a pretty fuckin' small 2-door sedan. There were five people crowded into the back, one of them lying across the other five. We fit another six people in the front and between the driver's seat and the back; so it was so crowded we could hardly even pass the doobs or the pipe, but we still managed to hotbox the SHIT out of it. Finally we got our beer and went off to get crunk.

sesspool

i headed up town one bleak afternoon. even though there was some moonlight madness celebration bullshit going on, i just figured i'd o do nothing but burn out and munch all night until i peaced. fortunately (i think,) i ran into my buddy, who had two 60 pounders of rum.

a few of his homies and a few of mine all got fucking ridiculously hammered. after we chilled violently for a bit, we rioted up to the park where there were about twenty other kids our age. there were a bunch of fucked up adults who were drunk. at least. :s

me and my buddy jones smashed in the door of a dugout near the baseball fields, and ten of us flooded inside. we all grabbed metal pipes and baseball bats, then went out and smashed the rest of the doors. a few kids started beating on eachother, but we were just blazing near the first dugout.

a girl and this kid who's in jail now, were in the dugout, and he kicked the door at us and somehow it slanted sideways in so they were locked in, but we could see them a bit.. then they both started puking on eachother and passed out.

after that i pretty much blacked out, i kept taking slams until the sixties were gone. i've been told this is how the night rolled though.

some buddy shouted "PISS ON THEM!" and went and took a piss on the two passed out kids. there was a clear shot through the door. over the night at least seven of us all pissed on them, while they were lying in their own puke. it was a gnarly fucking sesspool of vomit and piss.

ugh. i hate thinking about it.

i hardly remember that though because the cops came up to me and arrested me. primarily because i'm black, i think. they gave me a quick ride to the drunk tank, but i beaked them. they had to wrestle me to the ground a couple times, and when i was trying to shove past them in the cell he tripped me and threw me into the cement outcropping that's supposed to be a bench. i woke up hungover as fuck.

walking home in the morning i cruised by the dugout just to see what it was like. there were beer cans everywhere and both of the sixties were sitting on top of the dugout. unbroken. it was beautiful.

when i checked the door, though, i found it was still jammed on a slant. through the bottom i could see that those two kids were still passed out in their own grease. realizing that, i noticed the whole place kind of stank, so i peaced out quick because i knew if i stuck around i'd end up getting more fucking puke on them.

just a day in the life.

dec. 27
i woke up at noon to a beautiful sunny day, despite the snow that was still two feet high outside. me and my buddies peaced out and shoveled a driveway, bought a couple joints with the money, and then smoked them while we shoveled this old guy's driveway. he paid us $45 and hooked up 3 huge bags of chocolate, so we took the money and bought a 40 pounder of rum. we downed that in a half hour and rolled a huge blunt, which we smoked while we watched the rest of our drunk homies destroy eachother with snowballs. then we rolled back to my place, slaying cars with balls of ice, and ripped hella bong tokes.

angry crackheads

dec.15
me and a few homies slammed a few lucky force 8s, which are unbelievably mangling, and proceeded to climb onto this bitch's shed. we brought a few small rocks with as and pelted them at the walls of her house. i turned around to pick up one last rock when i saw a massive figure bounding down the stairs of the apartment opposite us.
"let's get the fuck out of here, boys" i managed to hiss just as he reached the bottom of the stairs. i grabbed my skate and we all started booking it. eventually we were all separated, and not knowing where our pursuer had headed to and fearing for my friends' safety, i went to look for him. i found him in the town square with his shirt ripped off and an extremely furious crackhead screaming at him. i holstered my skate and walked up to them, and the crackhead backed off. he started screaming some shit about promising to shoot us each a few times if he ever saw us fucking around again, and then stumbled off in a tweaked haze.

streaking session

many days ago, walking home with a few of my friends, one of them suggested that we go streaking.
at first i disagreed, because the girls refused, but one of my friends had already jumped out of his clothes. (a little excited, now that i think about it.)
having a good ten or twelve beer in me, i figured it could do no harm, so i jumped out of my jeans and shirt, gave them to the girls, and started shouting at the top of my lungs (it was about 2 AM in a quiet neighbourhood.)
finally we decided that we needed to alert the residents that there were a bunch of drunken teenagers streaking throughout their neighbourhood, so we rang several doorbells. nobody answered.
when we turned to get our clothes, we found that the girls had disappeared. at this point, we were stuck in below zero weather in the early hours of the morning, with no clothes. we ran around the block several times, shouting our displeasure, and finally the girls stepped through a gap in some bushes, doubling with laughter, and gave us back our clothes.
oh boy, it was time for another beer.