so yeaaaa, last night I was playing music on the side of the road with my friends, I had some drinks beforehand, a group showed up and were very eager, and one dude was like "hey man take down my number and call me next time you guys are playing around here", so yea i did, and that is the last time i remember having my phone. but yeah so what happens when a phone is found in your name with incriminating text messages....?? lol
My phone broke last night! Me and a buddy got some tequila and drank the whole fifth. Long story short i was raging out to some KMFDM and threw my phone on the ground like a dumb ass. Oh well thats what i get! FUCKING MARDI GRA.
ha nice you want the story??? so yeah it's thursday night, i just finished some class/rehearsals and i drove like thirty miles out to my buddy's house to make some music. we decide to start setting up on a random corner of a street at around 11pm or so and start playing. keep in mind we are really solid musicians. like i don't know how to put this but yea, we definately know what we are doing, and it isn't just noodling and jamming. everybody that hears us will be all up in the music you know.. but we also play pretty loud, even on acoustic instruments, and so we got kicked out from our first spot, too close to residential. so we set up right at the mouth of the main canyon road going to the beach. there's a lot of traffic on cars and foot, but no houses to complain. well anyway i see this cool looking dude with an afro roll up, and he's like yeah man you guys sound awesome, i used to be in the drum line in high school, blah blah blah, he is cool but eager/boozed up; inevitably he asked to join in, and i let him sit in on the cajon. well then this girl, his friend i don't know her name, joins up, and wants our nuts and is chillin' there, y'know just typical people looking for stuff to do, which is totally cool i understand i've been there. so yeah, we are on a pretty good sized dirt lot off the road... and this police car rolls up. this is typical and expected, "whatcha doin'. have you had anything to drink. you on probation or have any warrants" i just blew them off, but I find out that these two were in a car, and got out to take a piss, and that car got pulled over with a bunch of booze in it. these two strangers are definately nervous, doing the "yes sir", "no sir" crap, dead give-away. so another car shows up... and then another one. so whatever fuck it, we came here to play music, so yeaaa... (music starts up) so me and my two friends are just in awe at the fact that we are jamming out to an audience of six police. liquid courage, ha. i guess you may have had to be there, but i could have sworn i heard the guy on the walkie talkie complimenting our sounds. right as they are about to give the tests and fuck these kids over, they get a call for a armed hold up a mile back down the road and leave.
ha wow i'm so flattered you actually read that brilliant piece of shit babble. but yeah my nuts are only available for a steep price.
