ballin' hard

Me and my buddy Jones were mishing to town on one of the few nice days we'd seen in the year. On the way, we saw a car for sale for $500. We asked the guy about it, and he showed us that it ran fine, so we walked to Jones' work to borrow five hundred from the register.

So we went back to the guy, gave him $500 cash, picked up some buddies in the car then parked it outside my place. We chilled for a bit, then drove down to the liquor store to meet our boot.

We got a sixteen case of hard beer between three of us, so we knew we'd be hammered. Force 8s do the job. We chilled at our buddy's place for a while and slammed a couple brews. When we had a buzz on, we decided to call a taxi as our last resort to getting to our buddy's party.

On the way to town square I gave the guy who owned the corner store five bucks, and he said he'd let me back in again. That was dope. I saw a bunch more of our homies just as the taxi arrived and had to peace before we all got to vibe.

I was stoked though, because the party was pretty fat. A few dozen people were all drinking around a massive fire, ripping bong tokes.

This one kid was incredibly wasted and being a goof, so this other kid pissed in his water bottle. The idiot was too drunk to realize he was drinking piss all night. Eventually he pissed his own pants and passed out on the dirt in front of the fire.

Everyone got pretty hammered, as the hours passed on people got louder and louder until things began to start dying down. People began passing around more joints and chilling, but there were still a crew of hammered people clubbing it up on the outdoor dance floor.

I peaced back home with a couple of my homies, and we all ripped some more tokes. We got incredibly chied and eventually, just passed out.