We vibed in his living room for a bit, blasting tunes and ripping bong tokes, until he got a call from his stepdad (who owned the house.) Apparently, he wasn't allowed to have anyone over. Regardless, we stayed.
Eventually his stepdad showed up. He stood about 6'5 and looked like he weighed more than a cement truck, and he told us to all get the fuck out. Our buddy stayed in to 'talk' with him.
We sat in his yard out of sight, sipping our alcohol, waiting on the outcome. Eventually the voices inside escalated to shouting and finally we heard a huge SMACK. Buddy ran out of the house with his hand covered in blood and told us all we needed to get the fuck out, quick. As we turned to leave, we heard his dad shout "I'M SENDING A FUCKING CREW AFTER YOU, KID. YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW." We all booked over the fence and sprinted across the town to this huge suspension bridge.
Our buddy, somewhat sketched out for his life, slammed a half a two six quickly. I downed a couple of my 40s under the bridge, and when the sun went down, we risked heading back to his place. His dad was gone, so everyone got hammered and tore the fuck out of the place.
After we'd destroyed the house we headed over to the gas station. I hadn't been in on it, but my buddy, the one who'd smashed his dad, had decided to jack it up. Drunk as fuck and pissed off, he ran in with a knife and demanded all their smokes. He looted up a garbage bag full and peaced the fuck out. We followed him, and everyone earned themselves a couple packs of smokes or cigars.
We vibed in the dark for a bit, making sure to avoid the slew of cops that were cruising around town, and everyone finished off their liquor and chronic. After that, me and another buddy just hitched a ride to this girl's place and vibed there, smoking our free smokes.
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