Monday, October 23, 2000

also the trigger was pulled several times

god. this weekend was pretty fucking intense. partied at cougar's both nights.

jevon was in town on friday night. watched nod get his ass kicked three times by jevon and scarb. heard pathetic "scarb, stop hitting me, come on, stop hitting me" come from nod. saw jevon drag brandon across the street, scraping up his back and the side of his face. nod destroyed the tree in front of cougar's house. shoddy unloaded gun play, talk of playing russian roullete with jevon's .44 mag revolver.

nod got in some sort of fight at the forest with some guy that claimed nod stole his ounce of weed from leverage's house. the guy said “not on state street,” so nod threw him into state street.

saturday night trevor hosted a libra party that was suppossed to be at brahma bull but got moved there. uk freaks (as in wierdos, not as in what i pop off with at the sunset) in the house, sober smith and pete, high on 3 red bulls each. wierd. sorry my sentences lack description, prefer not to relive any of it.

Wednesday, October 18, 2000

sailing in cape fear

so, you know, i am posting up at carla's yesterday, kicking it with her, when a frantic cody barges in. he's covered in dirt, like he just got off work and has a 1000 yard stare in his eyes.

"you guys seen eli? where is he?"

"the other day he called my girlfriend a bitch, then he went to the cops and told them 'cody is going to kill me'. this was before i even knew about what he said to kim. then that little piece of shit went to kim's work and told her manager she was harrassing him and asked what he was going to do about it, trying to get her fired. where's brandon?"

to which he aburptly left. also, grimm, his best dog, died the other day. he was on a chain, and tried to jump over a fence, hanging himself.

about a half hour later eli showed up at freedom. brandon challenged him and told him to get the fuck out of the store, that he is only going to cause problems by being in there. i told eli he should get the fuck out of town, because it's not like cody is going to just bump into him on the streets, and maybe talk things out. he's across the street of your house at three a.m. with a a skinhead army. he is under your bedroom window. he has his black nike gloves on.

on sunday night, smith and garrett were walking down school street. they saw eli's truck and heard a scuffle in the bushes. thinking it was eli and his girl brandy messing around, smith yelled something like, "hey you two, settle down." the response was an emphatic "eli, get the fuck off me." smith went over and grabbed eli by shirt collar and put him in a headlock. brandy dropped a fucking dog to eli's face.

this is an understatement. i am glad i am not eli.