This too could very well be on ongoing post…specifically naming guys and gals that have been along for the ride with the bandits and witnessed things that should have gotten us arrested, deported or hospitalized(except for Mav who actually had to go to the hospital) …
1. Hipster-seriously…hipster. take a dash of Mavs sensitivity, a shake or two of my craziness, and the combined powers of all the bandits brotherhood and you get a badass dancer that spits caution into the wind and then laughs in the face of wind as it the spit comes back and hits him in the face…
“Good game wind, I’ll see you next time”
2. Antoadio-always down for the crazy, and always there when you need him…they make watches specially for him, because he’s the only one I know that works a 27 hour day in an eight hour shift.
Antoadio: “dude how do the 5 new things i made for the website look? oh, and check out these 17 new promotion ideas i had, and i wrote some scripts i need a voice for…”
Me: “how many?”
Antoadio: “84, do you think you could imitate a drunk horse getting ridden by Tom selleck? oh and I just got the ok for 850 park passes, and i bought you a t-shirt”
love you buddy
3. Justin-Holy shit on a sandwich this guys mind NEVER stops…
Me: “whatcha been up to?”
Justin: “built an ark”
Me: “why?”
Justin: “to see if i could…there’s lakes, and animals…so i built an ark”
Me: “fair enough…”
not a week goes by that i don’t get a myspace add from a new business venture of Justins. Not only that, but BOOZE MAKES HIM SMARTER…we’ve been drunk and put others to sleep over our philo-theological discussions on whats the problems with the world…yep we figured it out…drunk…and you slept through it
4. Tripod-once witnessed me drunk, with a cigar in my hand (try to) do a flip over a buddy of ours on a bed while he was talking to his girlfriend…he quacks like a duck when he passes out drunk, and he’s puked in my hat, not on it, inside it…i can’t think of a nicer guy to upchuck the boogie in my hat.
5. H-so he puked in a sink…it wasn’t like he opened up the dishwasher and ralphed on clean dishes, it was a party after all, not a baptism (refer to above, tripod and the hat). I’ve known H longer than most people, and is the only guy that has (drunken) thrown a footstool at me (hit me square in the back of the fucking head), only to request that i punch him in the face to pay him back for the deed and a bloody nose and a fat lip later, we were closer than ever.
more to come in future posts…
Wu tang brutha # 2, CHoPS
