More Tales of Retarded Youth.
Last night was epic. My friend Kristin texted me around six asking if I could hang out when I got off of work...I asked my mom, she said yes. After giving her the thumbs up she tells me there is alcohol. Yay, liquor. So we have two bottles of hard alcohol, thirty dollars of pot, and a safe place to sleep. Of course we're going to live it up.
Kristin and I get into the car with an old friend of ours and her boyfriend...They drop us off at Kristin's hang-out place...Then she calls a few people and they show up. So we all drink some cinnamon schnapps, smoke a joint and a couple of bowls, and then misson it to the pool. Where we drink some more and talk about girly things. Then we go to the other hot tub, bringing our liquor and meet up with three guys. We're all sitting and drinking, talking and having fun.
"Okay, so who's going to let me in?"
Fucking cops. NOT happy. I gave them a fake age, a fake name, fake address...Everything. They didn't search me or anything and let me go with a citation and a court date for the fake name. I was so scared I was going to get in a lot of trouble.
Then I get home and mom slaps me in the face because I didn't call. I swear to God...If the cops hadn't of just seen me last night I would have slapped her back. And now I'm grounded for a week and it sucks.
