Just so you know here are a few real life short story that have happen to me in my so called life. um k then lets roll out.
When i was in high school i would have big partys at my parents house where i live to this very day. Where we would jam out and what not . An one night my friend Dustan (RiP D Bow i love bro.) had a whole sh*t load of caps to trip out on. So there is a pack of chicks over with my boyz like as always back then and i ate a mushroom cap the size of a double wopper and man i was tripping my balls off so f in hard dude man i spacing out my words and changed my outfit like 3 or 4 times and we all where wigged out hardcore watching Bill and Ted movies and sh*t when we where done jaming it out. An this was the night i meet my first ture love Bethany how was 18 at the time and she had just got out of a illegal Mexican pirson camp that her adopted mom sent her to when she was 16. ( Look old Beth to this very day has a very very f*cked up life but lets not get into that on here ok. An no am not with her anymore but i would be if she wanted. Hell i even quit school and ran away from home to go see her down in Austin T.X but she didn't want anything to do with me because she wanted to run around and get high. But now she has 3 kids by 3 diffrent dudes and is using some nice guy right now but hey wait i said i was not going to get into this so no more and sorry Bethany for running my lips i love you babe forever because like i always said you soul mate my sweety pie.) But anyways them where the days.
Back in the day me and the boyz and i would camp out at this place where the union cole miners and scabs would started a battle that killed meany cops trying to stop them and meany scabs and cole miners would be killed by each other as well because they took there jobs way back when. Hell they even wrote a book about it the sh*t. So yeah anyways there be ghost out there. But we still go out there to camp and swim in the creek when getting are drink on to this very day.
No more road trip storys because there has been a lot of them so lets not get into that sh*t. Well ok only one more road trip story that doesn't end with me going to jail.
One time in Cleveland we snuck in the Rock in Roll Hall of Fame then we Snuck in the summer X games with a backpack full of beers and few sacks of weed. Then we jammed a little on the street. Before buying a 30pac and getting drunk with the homeless people. Hell we got so drunk we even had a homeless guy come back to town with us. O yes Good Time i can't really remember all that well.
Look i can set on here all day long telling you f*ckers these f*cked up things that i have done in the past but that story never ends so the end.