One of the fucking nights of my life.
I walked from my house to Doyle's house in Kenmore to meet up with Mike, then walk from there to the Funeral Home in Riverside, and we're mad early. First people there. Sold me a pack of seneca silvers, only they're shitty as fuck and you have to bite off half the filter for full flavor. I smoked that entire pack that night, sans bumming a few out.
Saw a ton of people, CUP SPOTTING. I fucking danced like no tomorrow, pitted and whadda fuck ever, I was drenched in my sweat and everyone else's, and beer fountains. Incredible Mischief brew show. Fucking incredible.
Then we went to some party at a girl's house whose name I don't even fucking remember on N French. Got mad drunk, Spidy mom, and then drove back to Kenmore at like 4 am. Met Jamie. She puked. Mike's got a thing for her.
Then Mike and I had a drunken walk back to Lincoln where we chilled in Tom's backyard as I remade him his hemp necklace and we talked a fucking lot.
I told him that amanda didn't leave the room that night. Real heart to heart. Real friends, fucking sleepover.