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keep in mind, i turn 17 in a month
i wake up at 9am thursday morning, stay up the hole day, then go out on thursday night, went to vertigo in boston, threw down mad 151 on the way up (not my friend driving, just me), then took down 4 greatful dads with my boy pat (gubostondubs) at the bar... met some new people and a big event runner/club promter in boston then made the ridiculous 4am i-hop visit on the way home.. i was kinda occupied with shit so i decided to get a very minimal 3 hours of sleep then waoke up around 7 or 8 and stayed up the hole time....
friday night, went to club rise afterhours in boston at 1:30am to 7am to see dj jelo and my friend mike swells spin..... throw down a ridiculous ammount of 151 on the way up... fuckin SICK DJ and set, threw down a 5th of sky vodka with my boy kyle out in the car in and out of the club while we're there.... then when i think everythings done and over with.... i was tired, but with the select people i was down for anything... then, what happens? i get a call from my boys alpar and rj..
saturday night, im driving with RJ and alpar to an abercrombie and fitch party (all the kids that work at the store)... it was pretty pimp because usually rj and alpar brag about my record deals so the abercrombie bitches were flourishing like the salmon of capistrana. i was already 8 beers deep on the car ride up, then i threw down 3 or 4 more when i got there.. all of a sudden at this party this kids sister comes home and kicks everyone out, so we then go to this other kids house that is supposivly "non-sketchy"....
we roll up and his dads outside with mad kids, coolers, and a flashlight.. this fuckin idiot drunkard that tried to make me believe that he dealt rolls earlier in the night is there and yells out cops.... and that gets us sketched out, we party like fucking animals, but we're smoothe as fuck about it and obviousley dont want to get caught... so at this point the sketchy "roll dealer"
kids having a panic because me (6"0"), Alpar (6"4", 220 of all muscle) and RJ, (5"10, 240 of 85% muscle, and 15% beer gut) are threatening to fuck the kid up (which he deserved). so the best thing to do at this time is peace, so we do...
so then i say bye to some sexy bitches who we shoulda brought with us, and start heading to a hotel for the night with 2 other girls... we book the hotel after trying to get a reservation while hanging out piss cocked inside of a 24 hour super walmart for about a half hour... finally we find a vacant room... great group of kids, mad good tastes in music (kids we were with were listening to sasha fundacion on the way up, huge surprise for this area)... so we get piss drunk out of our skull even more, at this point some girls gettin railed and i want some music, so i take the keys and go to the car to get a boombox and a nasty seyton opaque angle mix 
..........just so happens, i lock my fucking self out and i tried the 3 most non sketchy entrances that all didnt work because u need a key card... bear in mind, at this point im drunk off my gord.... i didnt want to go to the desk, because i wanted to remain smoothe in the situation and keep up my perfect streak of no trouble with the law... so i fuckin go to my friends car, hes got huge subs and a sick amp so his car battery is low already, drains after 16 minutes into the fuckin cd while im enjoying myself to the fullest with the AC...........
so at this point im stuck there for the next 4 hours in the humid 85 degree new england weather from about 5-9:30 in a comfort inn/restaraunt parking lot in my friends car.... life was probally worse than that of a jews at aushwitz to tell you the absolute truth... they finally come out and get me (because apparently as soon as i left everyone went to the sleep, thanks for referring to me as the life of the party alpar, but u shoulda at least made sure i was in the room before u went to sleep u prick hahaha)....
now i go back into the hotel, im PISSED..... so i tell the story of my horrid suffocation and in turn chug tons and tons and tons of bacardi and go into the resteraunt to eat drunk out of my skull... keep in mind, when i say a lot, i mean a LOT.... at this point even though i hadnt eaten a decent meal in the past 2 days it was still taking me so much to get cocked. (hence the dialogue about drinking in the upper paragraphs of this fucking novel) i go get order a x-large order of buffalo wings and i swear to you, this meal for me was literally comparable to a double ration of bread at the boukenwald deathcamp during WWII... i was one happy mother******
we decide to go to abercrombie at this point where i pass out for about half an hour on the leather couch and then go home where i dont sleep, but hang out with my friend kyle again and drink some killians irish red... we then proceeded to my friends skotts house where my best friend of 3 years refers to me as pete tong and comments about the quality of my male endowment while im taking the most tired stricken shit ever......
ANYWAY, by popular request... theres the fucking novel, no idea why i typed it, but now i dont even seem to be tired.............
anyways, who wants to party?
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