more than twenty-six 26s later. . .

I was vibing at work, waiting for a taxi, but after an hour they hadn't showed up. I began to walk down the highway, hoping I'd meet them, but they still never showed so I just stuck out my thumb to hitchhike. The first car that drove by picked me up, so I jumped in.

Some crazy christian was driving, and the whole ride he preached about Jesus. He had some tasty cookies he hooked up though, so it was chill.

He dropped me off pretty close to the party and I slammed two beer on the way there. It was new years eve, so I was in a rush - it was already 11:50. I quickened my pace and got to the house at 11:55. I knew that the liquor wouldn't all be gone - I'd gotten more than twenty bottles for the party, and everyone was bringing their own booze as well.

I opened the door and was instantly swarmed by 15 people, already buzzing hard or drunk. I had to push through the crew of LGs giving me hugs, and when I met up with my buddy in the kitchen where the liquor was, it struck midnight. I screamed HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEARS, picked up one of the dozens of 26s and slammed a quarter of it.

The guy who's house it was had already passed out, so we tried to wake him up by shouting at him and giving him beats. Somehow, in his unconscious state on the couch, he still managed to flail and punch one of the girls in the face. Harsh, but absolutely hilarious. Me and my one buddy picked up this huge plastic statue and domed him with it, but he still stayed passed out.


The night progressed rather quickly and by five in the morning, mostly everyone had passed out or left. I'd been the last to arrive, though, and I was still hammered off at least a 26 and a six pack, so I just vibed, stumbling around the house, waking everyone up by busting freestyles. At 6 AM, me and my homie decided to grab a taxi home, so we peaced.