Genocide Tulips
01-31-2007, 04:42 PM
Last night, I was trying to trip but it wasn't working so I began drinking a little bit, but only had a buzz going last night. We have friends here, music playing and my roommate and her good friend were pretty loud with terrible drunk singing (couldn't they have saved it for the bar with karaoke that we were going to?) and other loud shit at 10:30 at night. My two friends and I decide to leave without the others. I bring a drink for the short walk and we're standing infront of my house and we could hear the others loud and clear even though they were in the furthest room upstairs. Not good.
We began walking and I'm taking a drink, all of the sudden my friend says "drop it" and I see a cop car coming up and he flashes a light over in our direction. I toss the bottle and notice another cop behind him. I look back a bit and my friend says don't look back. I see them pull into a driveway (which was ours) and I think he is going to turn around. I'm like "shit, we might be in trouble" to my other friend. Well, we keep walking and I realized no cops pulled beside us and I realize that they were going to my apartment.
Shit... We continue to the bar and my friend sings War Pigs and I'm "jamming" to this balloon guitar they had (when the song ended, I mocked smashed the guitar) and two people who were at the apartment came in and told us how they were in the car when the cops came and they didn't know what was up. Soon, my roommate's sister comes in since she was one of the people being loud and she tells us the cops were called because of noise, they didn't knock and just walked in and how she thought it was me and soon realized it wasn't and the three there got their names taken down and shit. My other roommate who keeps to himself in his room noticed how quiet it suddenly got and looked out the window to see two cop cars. He found it funny and went out and basically got into a fight with my other roommate's friend.
Not good since we complain about this guy a lot and I was afraid the friend said some stuff that my other roommate and I have said about this guy, apparently not though. Phew. Shortly afterwards, we decide to head back because my two friends were going home for the night and they have a far drive. I run into my other roommate and she tells me how she had to calm both the roommate and friend before it got worse and also told what had happened. she thinks the person who calle dthe cops was our neighbor downstairs. I'm not too sure about that.
I come back, semi drunk/buzzing and I talk to the guy roommate about what happened and then into a whole discussion about LSD and pot, why they should be legal (he moreso on pot than LSD) and blah blah. I head back to the bar and enjoy the night. We stop at a supermarket for food and on our way back (we need to walk by the bar to get to the apartment) there are two guys being held back by other poeple in the middle of the road. A fight! Typical drunk guys with big egos and small penises. As we turn the corner I hear a loud smack and I turn to see an SUV speeding off and a guy getting up off the road yelling shit and whatever. apparently he got hit by that car, though not too badly. Cops come down to the bar and we just go back home. I eat a pizza and my roommate falls asleep at the kitchen table and I almost followed. I finally made it to bed, only to wake up realizing a mushed Hersey Kiss Caramel covered my sheets and pants.
The landlord comes over today and basically told us to shape up or be shipped out. If the neighbor downstairs moves because of us, we are to move as well. That sucks because I had no part in this (surprise, surprise) and I know the guy roommate has no other place to go. Now, supposedly a co-worker is coming over to party with us and I'm debating whether or not it's such a good idea doing it here. Fuck this, I'm going to trip. at least I'm quiet when I do that.
We began walking and I'm taking a drink, all of the sudden my friend says "drop it" and I see a cop car coming up and he flashes a light over in our direction. I toss the bottle and notice another cop behind him. I look back a bit and my friend says don't look back. I see them pull into a driveway (which was ours) and I think he is going to turn around. I'm like "shit, we might be in trouble" to my other friend. Well, we keep walking and I realized no cops pulled beside us and I realize that they were going to my apartment.
Shit... We continue to the bar and my friend sings War Pigs and I'm "jamming" to this balloon guitar they had (when the song ended, I mocked smashed the guitar) and two people who were at the apartment came in and told us how they were in the car when the cops came and they didn't know what was up. Soon, my roommate's sister comes in since she was one of the people being loud and she tells us the cops were called because of noise, they didn't knock and just walked in and how she thought it was me and soon realized it wasn't and the three there got their names taken down and shit. My other roommate who keeps to himself in his room noticed how quiet it suddenly got and looked out the window to see two cop cars. He found it funny and went out and basically got into a fight with my other roommate's friend.
Not good since we complain about this guy a lot and I was afraid the friend said some stuff that my other roommate and I have said about this guy, apparently not though. Phew. Shortly afterwards, we decide to head back because my two friends were going home for the night and they have a far drive. I run into my other roommate and she tells me how she had to calm both the roommate and friend before it got worse and also told what had happened. she thinks the person who calle dthe cops was our neighbor downstairs. I'm not too sure about that.
I come back, semi drunk/buzzing and I talk to the guy roommate about what happened and then into a whole discussion about LSD and pot, why they should be legal (he moreso on pot than LSD) and blah blah. I head back to the bar and enjoy the night. We stop at a supermarket for food and on our way back (we need to walk by the bar to get to the apartment) there are two guys being held back by other poeple in the middle of the road. A fight! Typical drunk guys with big egos and small penises. As we turn the corner I hear a loud smack and I turn to see an SUV speeding off and a guy getting up off the road yelling shit and whatever. apparently he got hit by that car, though not too badly. Cops come down to the bar and we just go back home. I eat a pizza and my roommate falls asleep at the kitchen table and I almost followed. I finally made it to bed, only to wake up realizing a mushed Hersey Kiss Caramel covered my sheets and pants.
The landlord comes over today and basically told us to shape up or be shipped out. If the neighbor downstairs moves because of us, we are to move as well. That sucks because I had no part in this (surprise, surprise) and I know the guy roommate has no other place to go. Now, supposedly a co-worker is coming over to party with us and I'm debating whether or not it's such a good idea doing it here. Fuck this, I'm going to trip. at least I'm quiet when I do that.