First of all, excuse the typos in this. I’m using my friends computer, and I’m not used to the keyboard. The story you are just about to read is true, and happening right now unless you are reading this tomorrow. Names have not been changed because nobody is innocent (this means you).
Why am I using my friend’s computer? Well, my buddy Charles and I just drove for five hours from Marin to Humboldt county, to visit our friend Jason, and also so Charles can see his girlfriend who goes to Humboldt state. We pull up to their house. Jason isn’t there, but this is expected. Jason’s brother Johnny is there, lets us in. Charles is going to go pick up his girlfriend and Jason from work. My butt hurts from five hours in the car, and there’s not really room for three people is Charles’ SUV, let alone four, so I say I’ll hang here with Johnny, and Charles says they’ll come right back.
Johnny, unfortunetly, hurt his back recently, and is on a lot of painkillers, and goes to bed about ten minutes later. (Although he was nice enough to smoke me out before he crashed, the sweetheart.) I wait. Jason works in Arcada, which is a roughly half hour drive from his home.
Forty-five minutes later (about half an hour before I started writing this), the phone rings. Johnny wakes up long enough to answer it, then comes out and hands it to me. Surprise! It’s Jason! He and Charles and Kristen (aforementioned girlfriend) are going to a bar! To get drinks! While I wait alone, in his moldy house, with his crappy internet connection and sticky keyboard (not that kind of sticky, pervert)! Thanks a lot, guys! I’m having a fucking blast! Hey, I usually spend my Friday nights alone, I don’t need the fucking three hundred mile commute for the privilidge. Suddenly the prospect of spending the next three days with these assholes is a lot less appealing.
In the second paragraph, that should be “the house” not “their house.” The way I had it, it sounded like Jason and Kristin are living together, which they are not. Sorry 'bout that.
First of all I excuse NO typos. No, I just don’t. It’s like a law with me. Call me persnickety… I just DON’T!!! If you don’t like persnickety than just call me “Bitch kitty”, hell, everyone else does!
Gee, I was sorry about the WHOLE THING… they go off to have fun and he, (our HERO) is stuck with a sticky keyboard… who are we rooting for here? Him? You? Her? Got-down-sat-on-a-bench! Just who or whom am I rooting for again? Fart knock it all to hell!
Look, I’ve had two beers, you have to very clearly identify the HERO here or I will just be too drunk to get a clue… sheesh! You youngmisters just escape me! Now, you are the good guy and you did or didn’t do WHAT?!
Oh forget it, any of you OLDTIMERS have a beer? I’m very sure that will help…
Well, I can’t say who the hero is, but it turns out the asshole is me. There was a bit of a misunderstanding: They weren’t going to a bar, they were already at the bar,that’s where they were supposed to meet,and they left about ten minutes later and, well, the moral is (as always) don’t drink and post, which is what I’d been doing when i wrote this.
So, tosum up, my friends are really my friends, they were not partying at a bar while I was moldering in front of a computer, and I’m basically a big ol’putz. If a mod would kindly close this thread before I further embarass myself, i’d much appreciate it.
This keyborad still sucks though. You have to pound the damn thing like a whack-a-mole game for the keystrokes to register. Other than that, though, Humboldt is lovely this time of year.
