or the time the afro amer male in the chrysler 300 decided to a gas-brake-dip through our section of the lot, head to yings, kidnap some girl, get chased down by pat, and then an hour later cops come back asking if we’d seen him or where he went, telling us of the kidnapping…
and when pat knew exactly where the guy pulled in, the cop asked how pat knew if it was down the street…and pat said “uhhhh…”
then willybeen and i were asked for first and last names, addresses, etc…
then some total weirdo, clearly drugged out, started conversing with us, and i can’t put into words how creepy he was…talking about being high on life…and asking who we all were…and upon him walking away i couldn’t hold back my inner asshole, so i had to blurt out “what are you on, man?” only causing him to say more weird, incoherent things…
goddamit i miss mighty nights…shit needs to get back into full swing.