SUMMER VACATION!!!
Yes yes, I'm finally taking my summer vacation. But unfortunately it doesn't last all summer, just one week. Which is pretty weak, but fuck, I'll take a week right now; specially since I worked all last weekend at the trade show and haven't had a day off since the weekend before. I'm going to North Kakalaka, to hang with Jeff and the Boykin Krew. I'm stoked, I'll tell you the debaucherous stories later.
This week Mike came up to visit since he had the days off. It was cool to see him, he hasn't seen the Penthouse yet; he was surprised on how much room there was. But I mean you know its no regular apartment, ITS A FUCKING PENTHOUSE BIATCHES!!!!!
So Tuesday night we went to see Reel Big Fish. I didn't think that they'd be that good live, and follow the trend of popular bands like "New Found Glory", "Blink-182" and the such; blowing goats live. I mean seriously, all the guys in New Found tagged team a goat on stage! But Reel Big Fish were fucking awesome. They were so intune with each other and played the longest set I've ever seen any band play. It was about 2 and half hours long! That was rad.
Before the show, I had a special cookie. It actually tasted terrible, which is what happends when you cook the pot. All I had on me was my flask of Crown, and that's not the best thing to wash something terrible down. So on the J, I was eating slowly. We got to the transfer spot in Castro and I ducked into a bar. I asked for a water from the bartender.
"Do you want a bottled water?"
"No, just tap please." A look of disgust from the bartender, but I didn't care. The dudes next to me were checking me out, at least somebody checks me out regardless if they are dudes. The bartender gives me a water with ice and just lingered around watching me but in front of the other dudes. I wanted to get outside quickly so I wouldn't miss the bus. I didn't care that he was there so I unwrapped the plastic and just started to eat the cookie.
"What is that?"
"Its a cookie that my mom made me."
"It's a pot brownie. Are you going to start...tripp-in?" In the bitchest, snobiest attitude; then he walked away. I inhaled the next few bites and pounded the water, spilling some on my shirt, and left a buck for him since it was water and I was going to do that anyways. If he was nice I would have left two but fucking bitch got only a buck. Probably looked at that with disgust for ten minutes and said, "I bet he used this to snort coke."
After the show we ran to get on the bus. I knew which pocket my transfer was in but I had a bunch of shit in it. So I pulled all the stuff out of my pocket holding it in my left hand and with the right showed my transfer to the driver. The driver was nodding to people that had transfers, but just stared at me. I knew it was good so after a few seconds standing there with no approval I just moved on. I look in my left hand and I see that I was holding Shannons flask on a bus where you can't eat or drink. I thought it was funny. It was a good night.
This week Mike came up to visit since he had the days off. It was cool to see him, he hasn't seen the Penthouse yet; he was surprised on how much room there was. But I mean you know its no regular apartment, ITS A FUCKING PENTHOUSE BIATCHES!!!!!
So Tuesday night we went to see Reel Big Fish. I didn't think that they'd be that good live, and follow the trend of popular bands like "New Found Glory", "Blink-182" and the such; blowing goats live. I mean seriously, all the guys in New Found tagged team a goat on stage! But Reel Big Fish were fucking awesome. They were so intune with each other and played the longest set I've ever seen any band play. It was about 2 and half hours long! That was rad.
Before the show, I had a special cookie. It actually tasted terrible, which is what happends when you cook the pot. All I had on me was my flask of Crown, and that's not the best thing to wash something terrible down. So on the J, I was eating slowly. We got to the transfer spot in Castro and I ducked into a bar. I asked for a water from the bartender.
"Do you want a bottled water?"
"No, just tap please." A look of disgust from the bartender, but I didn't care. The dudes next to me were checking me out, at least somebody checks me out regardless if they are dudes. The bartender gives me a water with ice and just lingered around watching me but in front of the other dudes. I wanted to get outside quickly so I wouldn't miss the bus. I didn't care that he was there so I unwrapped the plastic and just started to eat the cookie.
"What is that?"
"Its a cookie that my mom made me."
"It's a pot brownie. Are you going to start...tripp-in?" In the bitchest, snobiest attitude; then he walked away. I inhaled the next few bites and pounded the water, spilling some on my shirt, and left a buck for him since it was water and I was going to do that anyways. If he was nice I would have left two but fucking bitch got only a buck. Probably looked at that with disgust for ten minutes and said, "I bet he used this to snort coke."
After the show we ran to get on the bus. I knew which pocket my transfer was in but I had a bunch of shit in it. So I pulled all the stuff out of my pocket holding it in my left hand and with the right showed my transfer to the driver. The driver was nodding to people that had transfers, but just stared at me. I knew it was good so after a few seconds standing there with no approval I just moved on. I look in my left hand and I see that I was holding Shannons flask on a bus where you can't eat or drink. I thought it was funny. It was a good night.
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