Um, okay. let me take care of my finger though...
Dude, tonight was pretty crazy.
it was normal until about midnight when i went out to the garage where dylan was printing shirts.
I went and tried to find a shirt for him to print for me and SLICE! i cut my finger.
so im like, "bah! i jus' cut myseoof foo!" and dylan was like, "oh. wierd"
then all the sudden this guy on the sidewalk says,
"hey, how far is the PCH, prospect intersection on a skateboard?"
"umm. pretty far." i said.
i basically set myself up for his next question.
"dude, if i gave you a couple bucks could i get a ride?"
"well...i have-"
"my girlfriends brother just punched her and i need to get over there."
"oh dang, well yeah, its not a problem, but i have to go stop my finger from bleeding all kinds real quick. brb."
"oh rad."
so i take this guy over there. hes this twenty year old guy, and for whatever reason he doesnt have a car and neither does his girlfriend. we kept talking on the way..
"so.. do you think i could get a ride home a little later?"
"umm yeah. what time were you thinking about?"
"um, like 2 am?"
"ok. give me a call when you want to go."
a half hour later.
riiingg
"dude, is it cool if we come over there and chill out for a while?"
"well, its kind of late and my roommates are asleep."
"well, i just dont want her to go back there if her brothers still there."
"i totally understand, but im not the only person who lives here. where are you right now."
"starbucks, can you pick us up?"
"um.. ok"
so heres where ill end our dialog. i brought them here, we watched family guy, i took her home then went to the other side of town and brought him home. it was just so, so random what happened. his girlfriend was totally ok. her brother didnt hit her that hard. her boyfriend was like, gnarly though. just some random guy. it wasnt the driving around part that was weird, but when they asked to come over, just two raaaandom people, it was weird. it all turned out ok though. so yeah. the moral of the story: my finger got freaking SLICED and it HURT.
in other news, im a busy boy. and we own a lot of shirts.
it was normal until about midnight when i went out to the garage where dylan was printing shirts.
I went and tried to find a shirt for him to print for me and SLICE! i cut my finger.
so im like, "bah! i jus' cut myseoof foo!" and dylan was like, "oh. wierd"
then all the sudden this guy on the sidewalk says,
"hey, how far is the PCH, prospect intersection on a skateboard?"
"umm. pretty far." i said.
i basically set myself up for his next question.
"dude, if i gave you a couple bucks could i get a ride?"
"well...i have-"
"my girlfriends brother just punched her and i need to get over there."
"oh dang, well yeah, its not a problem, but i have to go stop my finger from bleeding all kinds real quick. brb."
"oh rad."
so i take this guy over there. hes this twenty year old guy, and for whatever reason he doesnt have a car and neither does his girlfriend. we kept talking on the way..
"so.. do you think i could get a ride home a little later?"
"umm yeah. what time were you thinking about?"
"um, like 2 am?"
"ok. give me a call when you want to go."
a half hour later.
riiingg
"dude, is it cool if we come over there and chill out for a while?"
"well, its kind of late and my roommates are asleep."
"well, i just dont want her to go back there if her brothers still there."
"i totally understand, but im not the only person who lives here. where are you right now."
"starbucks, can you pick us up?"
"um.. ok"
so heres where ill end our dialog. i brought them here, we watched family guy, i took her home then went to the other side of town and brought him home. it was just so, so random what happened. his girlfriend was totally ok. her brother didnt hit her that hard. her boyfriend was like, gnarly though. just some random guy. it wasnt the driving around part that was weird, but when they asked to come over, just two raaaandom people, it was weird. it all turned out ok though. so yeah. the moral of the story: my finger got freaking SLICED and it HURT.
in other news, im a busy boy. and we own a lot of shirts.