So tonight was definitely one of the strangest. We had a little miny get together with our friends, who all came over magically with a little bit of green goodness. It was amazing listening to Dannis' over powering Jay-Z/Drake/Lil Wayne/Trey Songz/Kanye West beats blaring in your conscious song after song. This part of the night was a good kick off to my holidays.
But what happens next is a little ridiculous.
We somehow managed to have a crazy old man appear on our front step, with a pink touque on, telling two innocent bystanders that he's having a heart attack and needed and ambulance...
So we're all in the house transitioning out of our hip-hop trance and then had to start worrying about a man on the brink of death on our front porch.
But then after Sam and others had checked out the situation outside, we find out he's just faking it all, probably so that he could get some crazy pills from the hospital down the street... fucking lazy crazy man... walk the extra 3 blocks.
It was at that first instant that I was reminded how much some of the people living in the house hated our dog. I was kinda hoping the dog would pull off a Lassie and carry the old man to the hospital and save him when the lunatic was "seeing the light". But he just laid there and watched.
Useless dog.
Oh and people keep asking me to paint shit for them. But until I get some cash, i can't do shit for them. Don't take advantage of the artsy fartsy gay in the house down the street. Foo
My boo flies in, in t-minus 9 days. Cannot wait.
G'night everyone.
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