Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah...after spending a day recovering, I went to Amanda's house the next night with Liz, Jay, Pez. Jon D eventually showed up and so did my cousin Chris. I had about 6 beers, basically just chilled out. Talked about how good munster cheese is with Amanda haha next day rolls in, it was my last day. I'm going to fast forward to about 8:30, that's when the day really started ...so I head to Getty to full up my tank before I leave, I didn't want to do it too late, because who knew when they closed and in New Jersey it's illegal to pump your own gas. So when we came back, 3 kids about 16 years old, two walking and one a bike were going right by me, Jay and Pez as we got out of the car. We gave them a look and they started mumbling some shit, now I thought Jay or Pez would step up and make these kids look like bitches, but they kept quiet. I on the other hand, can't stand little kids who think they are thugs when they are little pussies. So I got out in the middle of street, told them I'd beat the shit out of all of them then told them after I'd kick their ass I would make them get on their knees and suck my dick hahaha I started unbuckling my pants and shit, but then Pez was like "Dude, Jilliah's parents are home." so I quickly refrained from yelling "COME HERE AND SUCK MY DICK" after about doing it 6 or 7 times. Later on, we headed over to good ol' Jonny Den's house, he already housed 4 beers when I got there. About 10 minutes later, I asked for a mic and we jammed out. SUCH a bad idea in my behalf on screaming, I ripped my vocal chords a new asshole since I haven't screamed in almost THREE MONTHS, I couldn't even talk that night. No more screaming for me. Not for a long time. So after we stop playing, Jon decides to keep taking shot after shot of whiskey. He was all happy-drunk though...at least when I left. So we head back to the house, have a few bowls of cereal and around 1:30 me and Jilliah see Pez walking, but no Jon D. The reason Pez was looking after him in the first place is because Jilliah didn't want Jon walking in her house bombed out of his mind, so after Jon chugged the rest of the whiskey he pissed all over his drumset, spit on Don, tried to fight him, threw his drums all over the place. Pez took him to the beach, that's when Jon started to get really nuts. He fuckin' hit Pez and ripped his hoodie, I'll tell you one thing man....Pez is a fucking good friend to not only stop himself from kicking Jon's ass, but staying with him the entire time. So now we ask Pez where Jon was and he told us he was passed out at the corner of the street. We go over there to carry him back and we try to get him to sleep downstairs, but he struggled his ass off. Motherfucker even tried to fight ME, of all people, but it's okay Jonny Den, I love you man and you were wicked drunk, you don't remember any of that. JUST DON'T GET THAT BOMBED AGAIN DUDE!
At about 2:30 is when I made my way home. Despite a detour and getting a little sidetracked, I made it back in 2 1/2 hours and then I passed THE FUCK OUT. Hope you enjoy my story.
HOPEFULLY, I will make it up to New Jersey for Jon D's birthday.