Kind of a joke picture. I told him it would be funny to get close to my dick, angle the camera for the shot. This retard opens his eyes and can't even get close. Pretty funny he was even up for the idea.
Picture turned out great. We're going to shoot a bunch of guns today at my brothers 40 acres.
That should help with my depression. Right?!
*Edited* is coming up to visit. Should be funny. But because of the prank war I wonder what the ulterior motives are.
So there I was:
I was getting wasted with a buddy and his parents. The guy wasn't his real dad but when he got drunk would say he loved him as a son. His mom was fat as shit and recently died. Which sucks I'm never going to see her again. She was old school and when *edited* was on mushrooms one night she walked him through it. She knew what was up. She used to a lot of drugs back in the day.
So we all get completely hammered and I go to pass out on my buddys floor. Which is where I was living. I had a thick ass sleeping bag on a wooden floor. It was great for my back. I pass out and the dudes mom comes to the window and wakes me up. We'd been drinking all night so the sun was up. She tells me that her son got pissed off and is out of control. Can I help.
I wake up after maybe half an hour of sleep and jump on my bike barefoot to find him down the road. Now this guys parents were into meth and he always hated that. That's what sparked him to freak out. They weren't using in front of him or anything but he fucking knew and when he got plastered it came out.
So I'm barefoot on a bike and find him. This guy has anger inside him and he picks up a rock and tells me he's going to throw it at my face. I'm keeping my distance. Then he throws the rock threw some poor bastards car window. He hucked it so hard it went through both front windows. Then he does the same to the back windows. Rock went through both again.
I'm still keeping my distance but following him. We make it to a ghetto park and hes calmed down a bit. I start joking about when the guy who owns that car wakes up he's going to be pissed. We start laughing and I have him back on ground one.
I'm on my bike and there was this gnarly short hill that was steep as fuck. I've ridden down it before but at the bottom you need to do a 90 degree turn. I was probably as drunk as he was so I decided to conquer that hill. Right at the bottom, as I'm going to turn, My spokes blew out and I ate shit on my face. I'm bleeding everywhere from my face.
This is actually two stories but time makes things funny so I'm combining them.
So the second story, of bombing that hill, I'm walking to go to sleep on that guys floor, blood all over me. The cops stop me. The town is so ghetto that they're questioning me as I'm obviously drunk. I'm retarded giving them the run around until on cop asks me, "Just tell us what happened and we'll let you go."
My drunken brain clicks on and realize I have a way to go home. "I crashed my bike. That's why I'm walking it." They let me go probably because they had to interrogate some crack heads.
Page mother fucking 45 bitches! This is history!
WifeDead apparently is talking to me again. A breath of fresh air.
Hopefully he posts some stories,
I saw the guy born without legs again today. Really cool dude so I asked him what's up. He said fine and asked me how I've been doing. I replied, "Well my life sucks."
Then this guy three feet below my head level, rolling around on a skateboard says something along the lines of, "That sounds horrible man. Tell me about it."
I forget the actual exchange but I caught on that he was making fun of me and we both laughed. That dude is super cool.
