Spike, Robert, and I walked from near Rob's house all the way to the Montgomery High School parking lot, drinking vodka along the way. We called you to go for a ride. You came and picked us up in that red beetle. We were drunk. We went driving all around downtown. At a stoplight, Rob leans out the window to ask a guy if he's got any meth. The guy gets really upset and starts mouthing off to Rob. Rob says that he was only kidding, and to chill. The light turns green and Rob tells the guy's friend he's cool because he's wearing a v-neck, but says to the first guy "You're a bro, you're an asshole!" Later we would pass Tex Wasabi and he would yell "Fred Durst! Where are you?!" On our way out of downtown we passed a cop car going the other way. And you leaned your head out the window and barked at him. He immediately flipped a bitch and pulled in behind you. We frantically hid the booze, panicked about getting caught, and then composed ourselves while the cop turned on his top lights and proceeded to pull us over. He walks up to the window and says, "You know, I wasn't going to pull you over for that broken headlight, until one of your passengers barked at me." I fought the drunken urge to tell him it had, in fact, been the driver. He asked us if we had been drinking. "No, sir." He claimed to smell something, which was impossible, unless he was half bloodhound. We told him we had smoked cigarettes. He gave you a fix-it ticket and let us on our way. We went back to the parking lot, finished the bottle of vodka and chucked it high in the air to break it. It didn't. We tried three or four more times without it breaking. Finally Rob just chucked it straight at a curb and it shattered. Then we all said goodnight and went our separate ways. This event is barely a blip on the timeline of my life, yet I will remember it for many years to come.
I remember the night Joe and I went to two Taco Bells in one night. That's right. Two. We were high and too embarrassed to go back again, and they would surely know us because we're in the Bug, so we went to the one all the way over on Mendocino. But not after more weed. So we finally make our way across town, and as we're in the drive-thru, the DJ on The Fox (because this was before the days of The Wolfman) comes on and announces that they're giving away tickets to a metal show down at Shoreline in the coming weekend. I frantically call in using both my own phone and Joe's phone, one after the other, constantly hitting the green button twice in a row, and waiting for a ring. Finally- Joe's phone starts ringing! It was only on my 4th or 5th try and it's ringing! Then a distinct voice comes on at the other end. It's the DJ on air right then. I figured since it was a Sunday night, there was probably hardly anybody listening, so I instantly asked, "Do you still have any tickets?" "What's your name?" "Spike" "Well, Spike I think I can give away one more pair, so they're yours!" "Ah, fuck yes!" "Who's the radio station that hooked you up?!" " The Fox!"
All that happened in the Bug.
Of course, we didn't end up going to the show, ultimately because The Coaster can't handle it.
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Spike, Robert, and I walked from near Rob's house all the way to the Montgomery High School parking lot, drinking vodka along the way. We called you to go for a ride. You came and picked us up in that red beetle. We were drunk. We went driving all around downtown. At a stoplight, Rob leans out the window to ask a guy if he's got any meth. The guy gets really upset and starts mouthing off to Rob. Rob says that he was only kidding, and to chill. The light turns green and Rob tells the guy's friend he's cool because he's wearing a v-neck, but says to the first guy "You're a bro, you're an asshole!" Later we would pass Tex Wasabi and he would yell "Fred Durst! Where are you?!" On our way out of downtown we passed a cop car going the other way. And you leaned your head out the window and barked at him. He immediately flipped a bitch and pulled in behind you. We frantically hid the booze, panicked about getting caught, and then composed ourselves while the cop turned on his top lights and proceeded to pull us over. He walks up to the window and says, "You know, I wasn't going to pull you over for that broken headlight, until one of your passengers barked at me." I fought the drunken urge to tell him it had, in fact, been the driver. He asked us if we had been drinking. "No, sir." He claimed to smell something, which was impossible, unless he was half bloodhound. We told him we had smoked cigarettes. He gave you a fix-it ticket and let us on our way. We went back to the parking lot, finished the bottle of vodka and chucked it high in the air to break it. It didn't. We tried three or four more times without it breaking. Finally Rob just chucked it straight at a curb and it shattered. Then we all said goodnight and went our separate ways. This event is barely a blip on the timeline of my life, yet I will remember it for many years to come.
I forgot, as the policeman let us go, he said, "Don't bark at anymore cops, okay?" And I never have.
I remember the night Joe and I went to two Taco Bells in one night. That's right. Two. We were high and too embarrassed to go back again, and they would surely know us because we're in the Bug, so we went to the one all the way over on Mendocino. But not after more weed. So we finally make our way across town, and as we're in the drive-thru, the DJ on The Fox (because this was before the days of The Wolfman) comes on and announces that they're giving away tickets to a metal show down at Shoreline in the coming weekend. I frantically call in using both my own phone and Joe's phone, one after the other, constantly hitting the green button twice in a row, and waiting for a ring. Finally- Joe's phone starts ringing! It was only on my 4th or 5th try and it's ringing! Then a distinct voice comes on at the other end. It's the DJ on air right then. I figured since it was a Sunday night, there was probably hardly anybody listening, so I instantly asked, "Do you still have any tickets?" "What's your name?" "Spike" "Well, Spike I think I can give away one more pair, so they're yours!" "Ah, fuck yes!" "Who's the radio station that hooked you up?!" " The Fox!"
All that happened in the Bug.
Of course, we didn't end up going to the show, ultimately because The Coaster can't handle it.
Remember when you first got your license, and you and I stole peoples pumpkins on Halloween?
yeaaaaaaaah
ps- did you get my picture text?
bugs are still legit, my boss has one. a purple one.
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