Tomi
15-06-2007, 11:51 AM
If you're against fighting, teenage drinking and stealing... don't bother reading :) BTW I don't condone any of this... it all happened behind beer goggles.
Yeah, the craziest night out I've had since leaving school was Wednesday.
I'm usually good... okay I drink a lot but I keep it above board... I don't usually fight, never steal... ugh, but Wednesday was something else.
Started off cool... we all managed to get quite a bit of beer in... I can take my drink pretty well, so I was cool. That all changed once a guy I know came running out of the off-licence with 2 bottles of wine. I drank most of one... and a lot of white cider of my friends (it's nasty ****, yeah).
That mixed it - my head started to feel heavy and I found myself tipsy.
We then went for a walk around... and saw the Ice Cream man.
Now, me and my friend who won't be named have a thing with this guy... he sells drugs to young kids over the counter, and he likes to look at little girls quite more than what seems normal.
My younger cousin (he's 15, but that doesn't mean I'm not protective over him - I don't ***** at him for taking drugs, but I had a thing in for the guy who sold him them). My friend was protecting a sister he had who he thought Frank was staring a bit too much at.
Yeah, it started. My mate ran up and hit the guy through the ice cream window - I went and punched his wing mirror off.
The randomest thing that happened is as soon as my mate hit him the ice cream man ran to the cab, turned on the ice cream music and ran back to fight him (probably to get people's attention or something). My mate let go of him, and I hit the ice cream man and my mate started throwing cones at him. Our friend came and pulled us back cause a neighbour had called the police, and we saw the ice cream man pick up all the cones off the floor and put 'em back in the box (ugh).
The next thing that happened is we went to another lot of shops... went in, and my mate says "put some bottles in my pocket". I don't like stealing, so I dunno why I did this, but I stuck another bottle of wine and a big bottle of magners in his back pocket, and we walked out.
I drank most of that - finished up paryletic - they tried to put me on the bus home but the driver said "I ain't taking him, he's ******"... so they had to call my mom to take me home.
Suprisingly - she hasn't had that much of a ***** at me this time.
Yeah, it all sounds pretty random and farfetched... you might not chose to believe it... but it all happened. Telford's such a great place.
Yeah, the craziest night out I've had since leaving school was Wednesday.
I'm usually good... okay I drink a lot but I keep it above board... I don't usually fight, never steal... ugh, but Wednesday was something else.
Started off cool... we all managed to get quite a bit of beer in... I can take my drink pretty well, so I was cool. That all changed once a guy I know came running out of the off-licence with 2 bottles of wine. I drank most of one... and a lot of white cider of my friends (it's nasty ****, yeah).
That mixed it - my head started to feel heavy and I found myself tipsy.
We then went for a walk around... and saw the Ice Cream man.
Now, me and my friend who won't be named have a thing with this guy... he sells drugs to young kids over the counter, and he likes to look at little girls quite more than what seems normal.
My younger cousin (he's 15, but that doesn't mean I'm not protective over him - I don't ***** at him for taking drugs, but I had a thing in for the guy who sold him them). My friend was protecting a sister he had who he thought Frank was staring a bit too much at.
Yeah, it started. My mate ran up and hit the guy through the ice cream window - I went and punched his wing mirror off.
The randomest thing that happened is as soon as my mate hit him the ice cream man ran to the cab, turned on the ice cream music and ran back to fight him (probably to get people's attention or something). My mate let go of him, and I hit the ice cream man and my mate started throwing cones at him. Our friend came and pulled us back cause a neighbour had called the police, and we saw the ice cream man pick up all the cones off the floor and put 'em back in the box (ugh).
The next thing that happened is we went to another lot of shops... went in, and my mate says "put some bottles in my pocket". I don't like stealing, so I dunno why I did this, but I stuck another bottle of wine and a big bottle of magners in his back pocket, and we walked out.
I drank most of that - finished up paryletic - they tried to put me on the bus home but the driver said "I ain't taking him, he's ******"... so they had to call my mom to take me home.
Suprisingly - she hasn't had that much of a ***** at me this time.
Yeah, it all sounds pretty random and farfetched... you might not chose to believe it... but it all happened. Telford's such a great place.