SMOKEY D’s

It’s a nice afternoon in the summer, and the scattered clouds in the sky allow the sun to peak through what would otherwise be an overcast ceiling over the world. I talked to Christian over the phone, because I was about to head over to his house; he was sober at the time. In the five minutes it took me to get to Smokey D’s, Christianguy had taken 6 shots, and chugged two beers. He was shitty. It was sort of like watching some jackass binge drink all night, but in super fast motion. There were a few of us there; barely enough of us to take caree of this 18-year-old kid, who will, in less than ten minutes, have the basic functioning skills of an infant. He doesn’t have a shirt on for some reason (maybe cuz that’s how we roll at the D), and he is professing his love to one of the girls that were the there, visiting from New York; except he’s actually talking to Kevo with his arm around him. He passed out in his own puke for a while, on the ground by the pool, until we try to move him. We’re tryiing to handle this situation quickly because we see his mom pulling into the driveway (it was similar to trying to move a 150 lbs sack of onions, that would occasionally giggle). She kicked us out! It sucked cushe had never done that before. I felt bad, particularly, for her. It’s got to be hard for somebody who shares her property with the neighborhood underage bar. I don’t remember the rest of the night… Either because it was a boring night, the bar was locked up, and Christian couldn’t come out and play… OR more likely I got black out drunkat the bar with everyone, while we waited for C-He-Z to wake up.