still alive and kickin

this past weekend was insane. drove from city to city in a half broken down car, drank with some new buddies and at the end of the night, some guy came and picked up the girl i was hangin out with. This so called cousin wasnt her cousin at all. he was just another guy hittin on her. probably saying that she doesnt really know me and that it might be risky for me to take her home or some bullshit like he wants to kick it. im not pissed or angry, but ill remember his name for a good while. the funny thing is i met him the next day, which was a good day until right around, hmm i guess 6am sunday. he is a good bowler too btw.



lets skip saturday night, which was good until the end also, and go to the beginning of sunday night which i wouldnt mind re-living because she is such a fun girl to hang around with. after a long day of playing poker with my close friends and family, i was gettin down to go to a legit rave at the Hudson theatre down in san bernardino; at least it was legit for the first 3,500 people. it was said that they would hold up to 10,000 people, at least the rumors said. so i waited, along with 4 other girls of 3 i came with, which includes the one i was hangin out the previous night.



We sat there for over an hour just relaxing. we shared a sourdough jack first and everyone took a bite, and then eventually i finished it. A shared hamburger never fills anyone up, so we began drinking and went to Carls jr where i got myself a 6 dollar guacamole burger. omg it filled me up until 4pm the next day. why 4pm the next day u ask? because i did not sleep, eat or drink anything since i ate this hamburger at 2 in the morning (unless 2 IV pouches count for anything).

After waiting for over 2 hours, we decide to leave and go 24 hour bowling at lynbrook. Yay something to do right? well it was fun for a few minutes... we got to the bowling alley and started to drink that shitty smirnoff vodka that sucks so much ass it had to come from filtered baby shit and then purified with acetone to burn my throat that bad. well we all began to drink and the bottle slowly went down... but as soon as i turned my head, the bottle went from 3/4 to 1/4 full!!! who the fuck drank it? clearly it was the girl who was the most down bitch around and she got fucking drunk. so we finished drinking and went to bowl. someone else came by the invite of the drunk bitch and her cousin, who both seemingly want to fight for the same guy; maybe for fun, maybe because they both like him. who the fuck cares.

so we bowl. it was fun and everyone is having a good time; chatting away, having fun fuckin up bowlin. we got an entire section to bowl. i mean on the whole isle of lanes, i picked the entire side for ourselves for a good hour.

after the short lived fun, drunk little girls just cant hold down their liquor, so the one who drank 1/2 the vodka threw up some of the sourdough, the carls, and the monster chasers she drank. and then she went bye bye into the world where unicorns and rainbows are everywhere and the yellow brick road isnt so bumpy, yet anyway...

bowling turned stale but we finished up our 2 hour prepaid expense that i treated everyone out to -- a good 60 bucks, but that aint shit to the bills ima get soon. we parted ways with the "cousin" and went on our way.

skipping all the details zzzzzz

after a stop at the gas station and the rejection to sleep over at someones pad, we finally decided to head home. right now its about 6am and we are on the 91 goin on the 57 freeway. speed limit isnt that extremely slow so we were goin about 55ish. yet, 55ish was apparently too fast for this old suv. taking the ramp too fast, we began to slid. omfg u might say, skidding on the freeway ramp at 55mph is nothing! well it is until u panic and try to break and steer ur way out of it. the ramp was going left and as we skidded to the right, we tried to slow down and turn more to the left. well when u do that, u really do get the car to face the direction u want to, maybe by too much. we oversteered the car and now faced an impending doom. countersteering could no longer help as the oversteer was too great. we were headed right into the concrete wall. Oh fuck me i thought to myself and so the wall did. we hit head first and the car flipped on its side first shattering my passenger window (i am sitting in the front passenger seat) and sheared my arms in many places. then we tumbled yet again and landed on our heads. the roof of the car concaved into my skull and my blood splattered throughout the car, onto my cloths, their cloths, purses, faces, u name it.

GET OUT! GET OUT! GET EVERYBODY OUT!

i got the fuck out, saw the drunk passenger fucked up and almost out of consciousness. i pulled her out of the car and placed her on the glass smothered ground and her head on a bloodstained purse. i sat down. shaking. is she going to be ok? why is the driver so hysterical that her parents are going to kill her? who gives a fuck about the car, ull get a new one. ur parents? they're gonna be there anyway. your cousin, shes the one thats hurt... and is irreplaceable...

firefighters arrive and we all get examined. 2 of us get sent to the ER while the rest are for the most part, okay.

i recieved a head wound and right arm abrasions.

part II ill save for another day. this is long enough anyway.