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Bloody fuckin' hell. This is a long one. My night sure as shit didn't go as planned. First off, I was about 40 minutes late getting on the road to go to Hollywood for the HIM concert. Then when we finally get there, it turns out that Ville Valo, the singer from HIM, has pneumonia or something and the show was canceled Sooooo we drove around Sunset to see if there were any other decent shows we might be able to get into, but alas, nothing. So we settled on In N Out instead. When we pull up to the parking lot, there's like 10 guys outside screaming at each other and one guy gets body slammed into the pavement and then got kicked. After that they all just started brawling right there in the parking lot. I told everyone that was with me to stay in the car. I was waiting for someone to pull out a gun, so I wanted to be able to drive the fuck out of there if need be. But they started screaming in some arabic language and half of them jumped into an SUV and boned out. So after that, we finally went inside and got some food. We all decided to just drive back to Berdoo and pick up something to drink and get fucked up. So as I head back down Sunset, I see this cop eyeing me and I told everyone, "I'm gonna get pulled over right now, watch." Sure as shit, the fucker got behind me and flashed his lights. So I had to pull off on a side street and the cop was actually pretty cool. I didn't have my new registration tags on my liscense plate yet, so that's why he pulled me over, which I knew. Honestly, if I was the cop, I probably would have made me get out of the car and searched it. I look like a fucking druggie. I know that. Though, I swear to god, I'm not. He wasn't even being a dick and he just wrote me a fix it ticket. So I can get it knocked off after I take my papers to the CHP. But still, it was just one more pain in my ass to have to deal with on an already shitty night. So finally, I got back in town, bought a 20 pack, a bottle of Jager, and some Red Bull. ( For Jager Bombs). Went back to my friends apartment and we all watched a documentary on Hunter Thompson, the coolest guy in the whole fucking world, (and my personal hero) and then watched Fear and Loathing. Randomly took drunken photos, that really didn't come out that good, and drove home around 3 in the morning. Oh, drove home with my car horn blaring through the midnight air, might I add. The fucking thing shorted out and wouldn't turn off until I punched it into submission. So this afternoon I had to disconnect it. Not that I ever used it anyways. So then, I didn't get to bed until sometime after 4 and got up at 6:30. YAY! Hungover, deprived of sleep, and going to face this awful day at too early of an hour. I felt like some kind of beast. Sub human. What a fucking nightmare. Kept falling asleep as I was driving today. I have hardly any recollection of the actual drive. I just remember leaving and arriving. With only small flashes of the road. Bad thing to do, very bad. I can't tell you how many times I would start to veer off the road into oncoming traffic or the shoulder before my body sent me a small shot of adrenalin to keep me goin that extra mile. But I killed nobody. Not even myself, which is good. So now, I missed Aikido tonight and I have to go to my friends dad's house to keep an eye on his step daughter's 16th birthday party. I get to punk a bunch of kids around all night, and make sure they don't get too rowdy. Nah, I'll probably just drink myself, hair of the dog as it were. So with that, I leave you now, to reflect on your previous night and today. Was it worse than mine? If so, let me know so I can feel better about mine. Yay!


Update: Last night turned out to be just as much of a hellish monstrosity as the previous When we showed up to that party, it looked dead. There were about 4 or 5 cars on the block. That was it. But then I realized it was because most of the people at the party were under 18 years old. A lot of them only about 15 or so, therefore, a lack of automobiles. But when we got inside the place was packed wall to wall with jailbait. And the little bastards had already drank almost everything in the house. Luckily I never show up to a party empty handed, so I had my friends and I covered, but to hell with those bastard kids. Let them fend for themselves. Anyways, things were going really good, everyone was having a fun time and more and more people showed up. There was easily over 100 people there, which is a lot to stuff in one house. So me and the other older people herded them into the backyard like a bunch of cattle. I was sitting in the dinning room having a beer with my nephew, when my friend Gene comes in and asked me where our friend Shawn was. I looked up and saw that his face and his shirt was completely covered in blood. I was like, "What the fuck happened?!!?" He said some 16 year old kid fucking hit him in the head with a bat. WTF??? He said this kid came up and asked him for a cigarette and the guys friend said his buddy kills people and shit. My friend Gene, who is a pretty good sized guy btw, looked down at him and asked him how old he was. The kid said 16 or something and got mouthy and fucking pulled a bat out of his pants and hit him in the head. Gene tried to grab him and throw him in the pool, but he said he couldn't see shit because of all the blood, and he got hit a second time. Then the kid ran and jumped over the wall. We all ran out into the street to fucking kill this kid, but his friends saw everyone flooding outside and told him to get the fuck out of there. So he took off and my friend who's an EMT and I cleaned up Gene enough to get him out of there before the cops rolled up. At that point 100 someodd drunken kids are running through the yard and house screaming and crying and being fucking animals. So my friends and I had to clear the place out and keep the ones who were too drunk to go anywhere inside. The rest of the night went slightly better than that, but it was still wierd. Too many kids were throwing up and everyone was pretty pissed obviously, and so I just tried my best to get my fucking buzz back and enjoy what I could of the rest of the night. So I ended up in the garage playing pool with a bunch of hot, underage girls for the most part. That is until I got into a poker game and lost close to $60 in a matter of 15 minutes. That's a new record for me. Then my nephew's friend passes out and we try dragging him into another room, but his fucking pants kept falling down and it we ended up leaving him half on, half off the bed. We had to use a wheelchair to get him out of the house and into my car. It sucked. We didn't get home until 5 this morning and I had to go to work at 8. So within the last 3 days, I've had under 8 hours of sleep total, and I'm pushing on. I'm living like a goddamn tweaker. No drugs involved though. So now, I'm sitting here, exhausted, and contemplating what fucked up things tonight is going to bring. Until then, I'm out this bitch.....