Just thought I'd share this because...well...i fell like you should know how my weekend went in Santa Cruz. So I get into town to meet up with my brother and some other friends. We decide to go downtown to see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into; and that we did. A couple friends go drop the car off at a friends so we stay and hang in downtown to wait. Me being the
lonewolf that I am decide to wander off to find a nice dark alley way to drink my beers. I finally find a nice secure spot where I feel like we wont get bothered with police and we officially start the night out with a few tall cans. We noticed a camera flash going off in a car with girls taking
myspace pics so I sneak up and decide to give em a scare. turns out they were these two beautiful girls with a bottle of
yeager and down to get tanked. We're all
hangin out
bullshittin,
sippin on
yeager and they take off to go to some club and we stay that the dark parking lot. Some time passes by and this
chinese man walks up to us with a s
tyrofoam ice chest full of salmon
filet's. "You guys like salmon he says", we're like "fuck yea!" I
don't know what made us do it, but we decided to pick up all the beer cans and bottles and trash in the lot, along with the perfectly fine
filets of salmon, and cover the girls car with it all. Those poor girls. They were so nice to us, let us pretty much kill their bottle of
yeager and we trash their car. We're fuckers. This is where it comes back to bite us in the ass. (
I'm leaving some other interesting happenings out but
I'm just getting to the moral of the trip) So we go back to a friends house where we're supposed to stay. Half of the group is still in downtown, and we're
chillin in the street waiting. This group of 5 or 6
mexican dudes come up to us from a house across the street and ask us what we are doing on "their" block. Their getting all tough and we're all drunk
comin down wanting to just chill. So we take off like..."
wtf was those dudes problem?" Then I
don't know why we went back, but we decide to when all those dudes were posted up in the street waiting for us. A couple dudes chased our car so we turn on the next street when just our luck, a dead end. We turn around then out of no where one of the guys has, what looked to be, a round table or sign. This tweaked out fucker who is out for blood throws this huge sign/table at our car so we speed down the street only to be another dead end. After we get out of there and parked safely away from that hellish street, hearts in our throats, not knowing what the hell just happened, we find our friends who are ready to go back a fight these dudes, but we had to convince them it was a bad idea. So i guess the moral if this was our karma for trashing the pretty girls car for no reason at all so we almost get killed by some
tweaker drug dealers out for blood for hanging out on their street, for no reason at all. karma is a bitch.
