DAMN IT!
So there I was, it's another Friday afternoon and I've just got off work. Yeah, I got my paper in my pocket and ready to go chill. I reached the door of the store right AFTER a work crew of Mexicans. Talk about B.S. It's FIVE of them wanting to cash their checks at the GAS STATION... um, "Have you ever heard of a f*cking bank!?," I thought to myself. Talk about annoyed. It was going to take forever to get out of this hell hole!
Fast Forward an hour now. Me and my friend, we'll call him... "CLB", making our usual stop and drop over at the local "coffee shop". We grabbed some grains and made plans to party later. We'd decide the destination later, but we'd know we'd meet up at 6:30. Or So I thought...the chumpstain finally drug his ass on in at 7:00. So much for my shower...I'm fucking sweating now.
This brings me to my first point....
F*CK WAITING!
I mean, damnit...That seems to be the story of life right now. While I'm trying so save up cash for a new ride, I'm stuck WAITING and pimping to Brandon everyday in my Mom's station wagon. I'm sick of WAITNG for cash, WAITING to get back in College and WAITING to move my ass back out on my own. Once Again
F*CK WAITING!
still, no dog ever pissed on a moving car, so I guess that's what I decided to do. I decided to carry own and we proceeded to go watch Smackdown and meet some of my other "Amigos" for a bit. Needless to say, we partied our asses off and I left the celebration unconscious. Indeed, "The Franchise Player" hit his peak early enough
I regained my brains about 2 AM for some biscuits and gravy. Gotta love that sh*t. We made it back to ANOTHER friends and crashed out over there. He was getting laid, and could care less. His parents however, awoke to find both members of the notorious "Rated DUO", passed out and self invited blocking them in with CLB's car...F*cking A!
After passing out at 3, we were awoken by the sound of a sixty-plus year old man, Former Cop...I might add, raising hell! He pounded on the door over and over. If he had to, he was willing to knock it down. LOL he flapped his arms and yelled at the top of his lungs "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
That's an interesting question isn't it? I pondered that and regained consciousness looking around the room...head still spinning from the night before. Meanwhile "CLB" grabbed his newly bummed Diet Mt. Dew and made his way out the door without saying a word.
I left while the old man followed me ranting and raving. He even called us "Drunk Sumbitches" as he shook his old fist in the air. I wondered about his question as we left. I finally made it home smelling of gin and exhausted. Now my folks were irate with me as well. That's when I figured out the answer. The Meaning of all this, is to Keep shaking things up and turn the world upside down. Pissing off old people everyday...it's what I do.
F*ck Haters!