I had the most fascinating night ever last night. I managed to score a boatload of percoset, which made my evening start off much better to begin with, then went out with my friends drinking. Met up with a bunch of guys who I went to high school with that my old roommate now works with, had a couple cocktails with them, moved on to another bar, where I ran into some girl I went to high school with, whose friend is dating the son of my dad's best friend. Discovered that waiting in lines at bars is for suckers. Bought a round of jager bombs, on the way back to the cars, watched a fight break out between like eight kids. We all run over when we see one of them get taken down in the street, only to see that the guy who was doing the taking down was a cop. Next thing you know, this fucking kid grabs the cop and starts throwing punches at him, and approximately two seconds later the cop has his fucking gun out and at the kid's temple and we're all screaming for him to stop fucking trying to fight a cop. Walked back to the bar where we parked the car at, had another round of jager bombs, smoked a joint on the way back to the car, walked by my old house where my old neighbor was standing outside, and asked him if we could finish the joint in his driveway. He had no problem with it whatsoever, but some chick sitting there starts flipping out, telling me that she's not going to be implicated with what we're doing. I tell her nothing's going to happen, she tells me I'm not God, I disagree, she asks if I've never been arrested, I tell her that I lived at that house for two years and never once saw a cop, despite smoking blunts every day in the front yard. It's a hippie college neighborhood. Then she starts freaking out and we leave, only to decide that we should go to the tittie bar. Go to the tittie bar. Pretty sure I got a lapdance from a chick in a wig, but she let me suck on a nipple, so it's okay. Good times.