Mmmm winter. Time to party in the student ghetto. Pod knows of a cozy little bash. Ever the nonchalant one, he sidles up to all the pretty girls at school as if he’s known them forever. Phid, on the other hand, has more of an end game approach. He gets more, earlier; Pod’s are more loyal down the road. They brought you because: you’re buds, there’s more than enough to go around, you can be wingman for both and maybe one of the babes has a desperate friend or an appropriately low standards. Continue reading “I Went to a Garden Party…”
Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying. Pod and OG were finishing college. Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit. His job at one restaurant or another at least gave him enough cash to get the fuck out of his parents’ house, something I could only imagine.
Karma: What do you wanna do with your life? Me: I wanna rock Karma: That song is a year old. Karma:Can you play?
Me:French Horn, dude! Karma:*blank stare* Me: Does Mutant Dog Fuckers count? Karma:*throws help wanted ads (wrapped around a brick)* Continue reading “Oh, Thank Heaven”
Phid: I am going to Mardi Gras with my balding friend.
Me: ooo, exciting. Bring me back some exotic beer you cannot find here.
Phid: ‘K. Give me cash.
Me: Uh, I work at 7-Eleven. Hence, no spare money.
Phid: No problem.