Wed Night: THE END
I spent 7 hours in the library. I wrote the 2 best pages my laptop has ever seen. But after, i needed to get out, but no body wanted to hang. so i just decided to design the new tpq logo.
I call Gabe up. dont get to his place till later.... I packed a cigarrette full of the herb and write on the filter. R.I.P. J DILLA, which if you dont know who he is, i would suggest finding out after you read this.
I forgot my laptop charger at the library so we skated over and grabbed it. But then we wanted to smoke. im always undecided, but i wanted to roll classy. so we cruised over to gabe's car, charger in hand, and thats when the night really started.
(11:47 PM): we witness these girls who look like drunk slobs singing 'he'll be coming around the mountain, while on a skateboard'.... Ill climb Everest bitch
(11: 56 PM): the blunt is in the tray, and the gas is hit. Cruse to our destination: the roof. Some girl who had woken up all of the dorm at 2 first quarter was there with her bf. so we gave them their privacy.
(12:13 AM): We smoked the shit.
(12:27 AM) . We were about to roll past gabe's dorm when we saw his roommate and his other friend, who is the Frenchman. The Frenchman had a thick accent, but still appreciated cars. He walked up to gabe's mercedes and kept saying "SHIT man, what is this CAR? SHIT" over and over again. It was good shit. But then the Frenchman had more to say. He wanted a ride around the corner.
"2 minutes?,"
"no dude im super high'"
"15 seconds around the corner"
"No way man."
"10 seconds"
Homie...
"5 SECONDS! PLEASE! I NEED TO SEE MY FWENDS!"
we were swindled by a frenchman. But the car was a two seater, the frenchman kept on getting on the hood. So we told him.
"I SIT, I SIT"
(12:32 AM): The first group of people weren't his friends, so we honked at those bitches and went on to the next ones. But before we knew it, all we heard was
"STOP, STOP, STOP! THESE ARE MY FWENDS, MY FWENDS!" The Frenchman called out orders like Napoleon
(12:34 AM): we parallel parked like nobody's business. we went to midnight breakfast. and all was left was eggs. Nasty eggs, like the ones you look at and say... which chicken did this come from? We documented the evidence
(12:58 AM): Returned to the dorm. watched Robot Chicken. and all was good.
THE BEGINNING
(special thanks to Alex Louie, for capturing the essence of the night)
