PART 2

Lets get down and gritty on the party. Everyone listing to the vibes of 2pac. What a great nite. A bomb fire in the back and classic beer pong but no one had the balls to play with real beer it was water. Anyways i get an invite threw a mutual friend who knows the owner of the house. The parents are gone time to break out and trough that wild ass party everyone dreams off. People at a fire passing cigs around and drinks all talking about life. Others caring back packs full of what nots. So i arrive to the house first thing i see is my friend stumble down the sitars and say yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Clearly had a few too many but that's the idea right. So with SOCO 100 proof in my hand i take a swig and let the good times roll. Mingle with the peeps and what not. Talking about nothing important at all other than how much they drank and how many drugs there not on. Me and the friend eventually end up at the bomb fire outside. He sits with his head tucked close to his legs. His head is spinning. So i get him some water. Then he starts to puke and i carry his drunk ass to the bathroom. Where he starts to talk about how he wants to take the porcelain goddess out for dinner and drinks. Wait it gets better he even offers her to take her out to see titanic is that not suppercute or what laughing my ass off. I was like so your going to take this toilet to dinner and a 3d movie. That's cool man. While this is happing there's cops at the front door. Talk about framing herding cows in a straight line. Ever one scatters in all directions threw the neighborhood. Scared shitless, running like hell. I bail and hop in the car. Get home and sit there listing to 2pac reminiscing about the past two days :).................