remember when....
This is what made us happy, this is what kept us sain. It kept our minds off of shitty past's and broken hearts. It kept us glued together, never falling apart.
Last night i was walking down a dirt road at two in the Am covered with blood on my wrists, arms, hands, chest, and face, my face was fat, so were my lips, and my nose was broken. Me and my best fucking friend got into a fist fight, niether of us remember why we started fighting. I walked about 3 miles to a hospital covered in blood. I dont remember why, i was too intoxicated for what had happened. They looked at my for about 2 seconds at the hospital and called the cops. I didn't give the cop a name of who did it or where i got the alcohol. I wasn't going to rat anyone out. Me and eric are friends again, we both apoligized and realized we were too drunk for what had happend. Eric, Tim, and I finished a half gallon of capt morgans to ourselves, so we were pretty wasted. Eric, along with myself are done drinking, more then likly for good, and for the best. I leave in 3 weeks for the military. Friday is Warped tour. Sunday is my birthday. I haven't seen my father in years, i think ill go see him before i get shipped out, i haven't decided yet. Basicly what i was going to say is, goodbye florida. Thanks for the friends, weed, good times, and some shitty ass weather.