Its 130 & i decide to go home instead of going back up to Marianna's.
.. I get home safe .. even though Im falling asleep @ the wheel.
I get home. SHIT NO KEYS!
No answer! ... AH!... So I go in through the back *my room is connected to the veranda* ... & the veranda is closed.
So I rely on PLAN B (always works)... BATHROOM WINDOW~ *my room is also connected to a lil bathroom*.
This bathroom window is small & high up... so i have to climb a fuckin trash can to get to it. Usually, not a problem. Tonight.. BIG PROBLEM!
Im falling asleep, and I don't feel like jumping onto it... So I decide to step on the recycle bin first... ... Ok... ... seems steady... I'm going to go for it...
right foot on...
ALL THE FUCKIN GLASS BOTTLES SHATTER ALL OVER THE FUCKIN DRIVE WAY, CREATING THE LOUDEST FUCKIN MOST ANNOYING SOUND KNOWN TO MANKIND!
Im standing there, cut... with the whole drive way covered in bottles.
My dad comes out thinkin I was a robber, about to bash me with a big ass stick (where the fuck he got the stick, dont fuckin know)
"DAD! ITS OK! SONO IO! CHIARA!! TUA FIGLIA!!! PAPA!!!!!"
..and I get let in through the kitchen entrance...
"clean up tommorow, u moron".
Funny ending to a chill ass night.. love everyone... westwood, crazy hooka charging assholes... Props to John for putting down the $$$.
..Tommorow night, a whole new adventure, NIP TUCK style :)