The Outlook?

I met up with some of my homies in town. We quickly decided that we needed beer, so we called up this weird guy who gave us his number and told us he'd deliver alcohol.

We called him up, and he brought us a sixteen pack of Canadian Cold Shots. We got into our buddy's car and drove to the airport, then crept along the fence until we got to this killer spot behind the grounds.

We cracked some beers while we waited for some more buddies. We sat down at a picnic table with a perfect view off of the cliff we'd walked to. There was a massive, unkempt field divided by a gigantic stream that flowed quickly down towards the mountains.

We slid down the mountain, managing to drink our beers on the way, and found a massive log that let us across the river. We scrapped in the field and ventured over to some strange field that looked an old grow-op. Our buddies showed up around now though, so we drunkenly tried to make a bridge to cross the river and most of my buddies got soaked trying to cross it.

We hauled ourselves up the cliff, earning a lot of bruises on the way, then chilled at the table, smoked some joints, and finished our beers.

After he'd finished drinking, my buddy drunkenly attempted to balance on a stump overlooking the cliff. He started to brag, and then slipped and fell 40 feet down the hill. He managed to pull himself up, bleeding and bruised, and we all laughed hard.

Eventually he got so hammered that he picked up the picnic table we were chilling at, and vaulted it off the cliff. It shattered into a dozen pieces, so we all just headed out. I went back to my place with a buddy and ripped some tokes.