Sunday, August 31, 2008

BOO!!!!!

SUMMER, 1990
I had gone into west Modesto from Riverbank City of Action to score a half pound of weed from my punk-ass brother-in-law. Dave was kind of worried about me for some reason, so I promised I'd call before I left shithead's house. Well, I was in such a hurry to get the fuck out of there, I forgot to call. By the time I remembered, I was almost home.
I pulled into the corner market 2 doors down from the house and called Dave from the pay phone. "O.K., man, I'm on my way, I'll be there directly" I said.
Then I idled up real quiet and jammed into the house, almost getting shot by Dave who wasn't expecting me for at least another 30 minutes. It was well worth it though, to watch him piss all over himself.

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