Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland 57310 Curiosities served |
2002-06-29 3:16 AM You killed all of my dreams... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Eating peaches So tonight, Incarnate and I hit Clockwork Orange to get our groove on.
We got down, we got funky, we got some looks and some digits. Then the D-Man showed up and it all went to hell. Thanks to a Jen-to-Amanda changeover, the music in the front room went from goth to industrial and then became something unrecognizable altogether. Next thing I know, they're closing the patio, it's last call, and half a pack of Camel Lights have been smoked. We hit the road. I get to practice driving, since The Minnesotan feels his BAC might be a little too high after 2 Heinekens, some Jaegermeister, and half a poorly-mixed Long Island (D-Man periodically having the other half). Unfortunately, my driving skills aren't all they're cracked up to be and I ran over some pedestrians right before slamming into a semi. My right foot has been amputated, I have a concussion, and Incarnate is in a coma, probably never to recover. Just kidding. Actually, I drove home, gave the man a Macho-sized (a la Del Taco) cup of ice-water and let him fly after making him walk a straight line and reciting the all the state capitols. Of course, if it turns out he's died on the way home, I'm going to feel like a major asshole... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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