Clay

Throwed 2 nights in a row this weekend.

Friday me and 2 of my best friends managed to get a 24 pack into my bonus room and get rid of all the evidence without my parents ever knowing and they were home. Needless to say we were completely trashed but I only drank 6 instead of 8 because I knew I had to stay in control or things could turn out really bad. I was still pretty fucked up though even with 6. I don't really know much but one of my friends busted his lip on the ping pong table and the other one was crying talking about a girl he thought he loved all night. It was a really fun night.

Last night I was at a buds house whose parents weren't home so he was having a party. I went about 7:30, was smoked out by 8, and home by 10. I smoked more weed than I ever smoked last night and really it was a bad party for me because I was afraid I was gonna get caught when I got home (luckily parents were sleeping) and sober people were being dicks to me. I almost got in a fight so me and Zach from the original post in this story went to Sonic, I ate two extra long coneys and then I took him home and then I went home and passed out on my bed from a longgggggg ass weekend. Now I gotta go to work in an hour for a 9 hour shift, got one today tomorrow and tuesday, and then I'm leaving for San Diego Wednesday morning.

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