another one of them fuckin days

so… i woke up sometime around noon or so with some goals in mind toaccomplish on my day off. these were but not limited to the following:buy casper a new bed, find a plain black hoodie, find a new bedframe,get some groceries other than beer, get a new cd player for my car,install a garage door opener with luke… etc.

So on my way back from the pet store, i noticed a gas leak in my gar in the parking lot. Instead of doing what i wanted to (which was light the puddle of gas under my uninspected car on fire because of how enraged i was over the leak) i decide to head straight home to fix the fuckin leak. Nomore than one mile away, somewhere in baldwin, i heard something jingling on the side of the road along side the car. I just laughed and continued… only to find out that the part that fell off definitely was needed to shift the damn transmission. Being my car isnt inspected,i just continued on my way home so i wasnt to be seen by police (half the fuckin brentwood police know me by first name so i was trying to be sly). Traveling home in first gear maxxed at 6000 rpms with a custom exhaust system isnt the best way to not draw attention to yourself but i was in a hurry to get off the main roads. anyways, i get home and had to pass up my house to get it in a parking spot since luke was in the driveway. so i had him push it up the street later.

So while luke was fiddling with the garage door opener, i decided to start lifting weights since i was bored, and thats what i do when i get REALLY bored. long story short, i ended up getting pinned under 175 lbs which is quite aggrevating and definitely makes me feel like a pussy.after squeezing out, I just went to bed…

Waking up a couple hours later, i got the car in the garage… and its kinda cold in there, so i started a fire in the basement fireplace using some furniture that i pulled outta my bedroom since it a fuckin piece of shit. after i get a nice lil fire going, i crawl under the car and start trying to ghetto rig my shifter back up. i then here luke laughing almost hysterically telling me i have to come see this. i walkin there to see a crystal candle holder on top of the fireplace with molten wax dripping out of it, and it was engulfed in flames. luke tries to blow it out, which made more wax come out of the holder spreading the flames more. he then tries to scoop up the flaming candle holder with a fireplace shovel, which then blew the whole thing into pieces, spreading the flames even more. Seeing the flames hitting the ceiling melting the ceiling panels, I quickly take my jacket off to try and smother the flames. since the fire was so damn hot, the shit just melted my jacket.

Now that the flames are extinguished by spreading the wax with a melted jacket… my house smells like molten wax all throughout both floors. i am not a happy camper right now. and think i am gonna just drink a few iron citys and just go to sleep…

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