bostonstrangler

so i borrowed my friends new bike on sunday.we had to go on a run to hemit.blazing hot sun,no sunscreen.you do the math.now my face looks like a stop sign.
i got home around eight or so,and pretty boy kept asking me to go to a bar with him.i can't stress how much i hate huntington beach.so now i got a wicked sunburn,and all i can see are shiny shirts for miles and miles!
the highlight of the night?i watched this drunk bartender slap pretty boy for no reason.then after she did it, she threatened us by calling the cops.by now were both playing "i'm not leaving".she was so fucked up she couldn't even dial the phone.so all she had left was demanding for us to leave. it's three in the morning and were still sitting at the end of the bar.she looked like she was going to cry.every time she spoke(yelled)to us we would just say,"i'm not leaving".