When I heard how much liquor we were getting, I got excited and punched a tree so hard I broke my knuckle. Great start to the evening.
Finally we arrived at the party house. We pulled out the two sixes of 151, and I bet some kid twenty bucks that he couldn't slam a small glass full. He attempted and started puking everywhere. Damned kid got shot before he could pay me my 20 scrall.
Everyone got progressively hammered, and when the two sixes were done, me and my buddy just stood playing pass with them in the kitchen. I went into a bedroom and some kid hit me with a painting easel, so I picked up the closest thing - a hair straightener - and domed him with it.
I peaced back to the living room where one of my buddies was lying on the ground, coughing and gagging. Apparently he was having an asthma attack. This was all intensified due to the fact that the house, everything and everyone in it were all covered in the shiny shit from those lightup glow sticks. Quite whack to me.
Eventually a bunch of drama began to unfold and everyone started screaming. Some bitch got a huge rock from the road outside and brought it in to smash some other girl, but she just ran. I was told that eventually the girl who'd gotten the rock got into some guy's car and came back half an hour later with no clothes on.
I went back in, choked that the party had been destroyed by whack beef. I kept slamming from a 26, I can't remember what kind, and woke up passed out in the bathtub with a 10 inch breadknife and blood all over my leg.
Weird.
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