Valentine's Day=Hell.

I know right as I start this this story is probably going to be long as hell...and at the moment, I really couldn't care less.

Anyways, everything started around 10pm on Friday. There was a birthday party planned for a girl who turned 22, and the owners (our friends) were having a triple kegger, so of course everyone and their brother went. The house went from empty to impossible to walk through in the span of about 5 minutes, so it was pretty much a dead giveaway that something bad was going to happen with that many people around. A bunch of people we know, and a few that we don't, also show up with bud (I had about 4-5 grams on me, plus two 1 gram blunts prerolled. All of the smokers go upstairs to the bedrooms, which get hazed out every weekend religiously. Immediately after smoking, our connect tossed us an O, which we put in the car right away, and came back inside. By the time the party was in full swing, the second keg had been killed on no time, and some guy was tapping the third. I take off to go find some buddies to go smoke with downstairs, and about 30 seconds after i got down there, it sounded like a stampede was moving across the whole house, so my buddy ran upstairs to figure out what happened.
Some drunk jackass from St. Thomas (in St. Paul), dressed up like one of those idiots from a reality TV show (if St. Thomas is known for anything, it's that exact type of person) showed up at the party with a big bottle of cheap wine, and what self-respecting man drinks a bottle of wine at a kegger in the first place?? Anyhow, idiot completely CLOCKS a girl in the head with the bottle, full on, glass bottle to the face. My buddy said the blood was pooling in the kitchen and that it was tracking everywhere around the house on people's shoes. The guy thought he was pretty tough hitting a girl I guess, and thought about hanging around until he realized that every one of the 100+ people there was after him, so he took off. At this point, with so much bad stuff going on, my buddy grabs me and we take off like a bat out of hell. I think that maybe 30 seconds elapsed between the girl getting nailed and us pulling away in the car - we were NOT going to hang around. Come to find out later that the girl needed 15 stitches to close the wound - a gorgeous girl's face has been changed forever. Just the fact that the guy would hit a girl makes me livid, much less assault with a deadly weapon. I hope he burns in hell.

As if the night couldn't get worse, 2 of the people (a guy and a girl) who rode with us didn't make it back to the car in time, and we weren't going to hang around and wait with LEO's driving everywhere. There were a ton of people there from the regular crowd, so he could have caught a ride with anyone he wanted to. They called a couple minutes after we got to a buddy's place(about 15 minutes away), and said to hurry and come pick them up, they were walking on Broadway. (Broadway is the main drag through North Minneapolis - not a place you walk by yourself during the day, and it was about 1:30am at this point in time.) When they said that, I just about shit myself because I could feel something bad was going to happen, so we hurry up there to go get them. Right before leaving, we ask our buddy if we can tuck the ounce we had just picked up and a bunch of stuff from my car. He said of course, and tucked it for us. As soon as we get in the car, we get another call from them, and they had been mugged by a guy who "said he had a gun." Luckily, all that the guy took was a really old iPod from the girl's purse, and an iPod shuffle from the guy. No cash or anything else lost, and nobody was hurt, so we VERY cautiously picked them up from the police and brought them back. Thankfully, night over, bedtime.

I wake up the next day, and sometime in the afternoon, my buddy who tucked the O for me hits me up and tells me to come over. I get there and he is just pissed. His roommate's friend, who didn't even know we had bud there, tore through a bunch of stuff and found the O. He knew that the guy who owns the place had bud around too, and from what I hear is a super shady character, so i'm sure he was looking for whatever he could get. He went through the bag and took every bud, leaving us with probably 3g of shake. Needless to say, we are ready to kill this kid. We have found out as much as we can about him - where he lives, who he lives with, who his girlfriend is, etc. Apparently nobody can get ahold of him, not even his mom, since the day it happened. we have about 5 people who know the kid looking out for him and calling around, but we think he is living with his girlfriend for the time being. He won't pick up the phone, and deleted all trace of himself online. Trust me, it's not going to deter us from beating the kid to a pulp, and he will wish he didn't run when we get through with him. (Also, I am not a racist person at all, but I have been lied to straight to my face 3 times this week, and had that O jacked, and not one of those people has been caucasian. My patience has been wearing very, very fucking thin.)

To top off my shitty weekend, I had a bunch of work due on monday, so I parachuted 40mg of crushed adderall XR at about 9:30 on Sunday, stayed up the whole night, then had a full day starting at 8am....by this time I was getting a little speedy from the addys, so I was just trying to tone it down, but by noon i was crashing hard, so I took another 20mg of XR. I finished a bunch more work, and by that time it was 5, so i decided that I really didn't want to crash before I got home for the night, so I took another 20mg. Finally got home at about 9pm. and of course was just feeling speedy as hell from all the adderall in my system, so I called up a friend who I had seen earlier in the day to go smoke with me. I just ran out of papers 2 days ago (we usually smoke bowls, but I love rolling), so I went to the store at about midnight. Every place I checked around here was closed, so I drove to the 24 hour station about a mile away. Went in to ask the lady for some papers, and the lady tells me they don't have any. I was just a ray of sunshine right now, and the only thing between me and smoking all delicious ground up bud in my pocket was a paper. I just about lost it. That station is the biggest, nicest gas station I have ever seen anywhere, and they don't stock even ONE book of rolling papers. Pathetic. i chewed the lady's ass because she gave me some smartass attitude and I couldn't handle it. We left, and finally ended up remembering a tiny gas station, went there and FINALLY got some papers.

My day ended up being a fat 1g joint shared with a female friend, and then staying up watching Black Sheep until 4am waiting for the addys to wear off.

Moral of the story: don't let life fuck you in the ass.

Before anyone else has to point this out to me, I know I shouldn't ever let anything out of my sight, but I sure as hell wasn't going to go pick people up from the police with it. I know the guy whose place it was at isn't responsible for it, and he said he is going to pay for it in full, and gave me $70 in the meantime. So at least i'm not completely out the whole O.

In hindsight, I really wish I wouldn't have written this, because as I think about it now I just get more and more heated. On the plus side, if any of the rest of you folks had a shitty Valentine's day, you can read this and be thankful that your weekend wasn't as bad.

 

Sorry the story is probably a little confusing in spots, but yeah, i'm thankful that I am getting money back. Don't worry, not going to murder the kid, just gonna "rough him up" a bit. We'll see how he explains himself then!