I tried to choose the best smokes to spend my 7 dollars on. my weapon of choice was wine flavored Black and Milds.
We had all raved about how dope the night was going to be, and all that really had to happen was the party. I arrived late from work and tried to catch up to every ones Blood Alcohol level. The scene was great, a wave of friendly faces that I had known through out the years. Making moments with people that we had spent our whole lives with. I struck the match and breathed in the heavy smoke, allowed it to hit my head and breathed out. Nodded my head to Caroline Choi and the Mayfield girls. Said whats up to Regina, I didnt get to say hi to the other twin. But maybe i did, they look so fucking alike. But than again they look so beautiful too. Pablo was crossed alittle bit and Lzo was on a ego trip cuz he had won a couple games of BP.
But where the fuck was Paolo?
I entered into Juan's house and found his room. There was smoke seeping out of a crack in the door. My cohort eyes opened a tiny bit, and he said...
Ezequiel, just um
just sit down.
The shit just got real. I danced alittle bit grooved my booty you know im not that cool to not dance. Ramsden called me a jew whatever motherfucker thats all you can say. Chris Galan was... well he just was thats all i can say
After a while of talking and hitting the Black and Mild, the alcohol hit me like a fucking canon. Fortunately no ones toes got stepped on like last time.
Time started to blend together and peoples faces whizzed and flew past me in colors and noises. I even got my 1.5 seconds with John Liggins... who contributed a barrage of his silly faces. The DJ was not that bad, a tad bit of techno. Techno is good for the right environment, and for last night i wouldn't have recommended it.
I sat down with Juan and conversed. Homie women are going to pass here and there, you just need to grab em by the arm and say "listen stop thinking and doing all your fissy fuss shit. just dance with me, shake your booty. drink my drank, talk your talk and you can bounce."
And if they bounce... thats ok because you didnt loose anything but time. and even them.... its time.
The Party song ended when the 5 0 rolled up. thank you blink 182.
Every one drove away a tiny bit tipsy... even Sweet who got his second hand drank on.
Its funny because if you check all our clubbing nights are preceded by dope house party nights... every time. Truly this is an argument for why clubbing is not for us.... clearly
Thank you Juan Happy Birthday from your homies at
-TPQ
