| Vivid Boy |
so anyways i got a story to tell lil kiddies gather around
illnada u can sit on my lap. dont mind papa vivid's pipe in his pocket.
ah where shall i begin
so the day is friday, the location centenial park. the event? RIBFEST! well before i go any farther. i mus explain to you my friend mauro. he has a knack of getting himself into ed up situations and losing a part of his brain when he gets drunk.
so me and my friend mauro are walking back to my carafter eating some ribs and drinking some beers. in the distance i notice theres a white piece of paper on my windshield and turn to mauro and say " i hope i didnt get a ticket." mauro runs ahead and gets to my car first and picks up the paper. Realizing its not a ticket but a flyer mauro crumples up the paper, tossess it up and gives it a soccer kick.
but hold on lets stop there for a second. for some reason maybe 10 meters from my car. there were 5 thugged out brothers in there mid twenties from east mall smoking a joint talking on their cellphones and carrying 2 pitbulls.
back to the soccer kick. as mauro makes his soccer kick he forgets he has just drank 6 beers and turned from the loveable cool mauro into his moron the town drunk, who with the a drip of alchol can turen into frank the tank. he connects with the piece of paper and at that moment his shoe comes flying off his foot. everything turns slow mo as this pegabo runner/bowling shoe goes howling thru the air. Mauro yells "GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH OUUUUUUUUUTTTTT!" (picture him yelling that in slow mo) 4 of the 5 thugs notice this and all eyes follow the shoe. the one thug is still on the phone holding not suspecting a thing holding his alert pitbull puffin on the doob. CRACK! everything is back to normal pace. this brother got pegged in the mouth with a in shoe! mauro runs over to collect his show apologizing the whole time. "im sorry dude , im sooo sorry didnt mean for that too happen" as hes picking up his shoe he starts petting the growling dog "good doggy! good doggy!" i look at the friends theyre looking at me with this grin. and we all start cracking the up. we shake hands with the thugs and bounce.
close call. but just another day in the life of mauro and eric's drinking adventures |
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