This one time....
One day I woke up thinking that getting drunk before school would be a good idea. I can't remember how, but, I had a fifth of Southern comfort. I drank most of it before school. I don't remember much of that day. Here is what I recall...
I was in the class room and I think I was talking very loudly. I don't know how I got past the bus drivers. Couldn't you smell that I was almost passed out drunk? At any rate, the school officials told me to go sit in this room. It was next to the principals office.
Next thing I know some old lady walks in. She proceeds to ask me a series of questions. At some point she told me I was drunk. Coincidentally, I was. I screamed something along the lines of "fuck you bitch" to the poor woman.
I feel bad about cussing a old lady. I was a real fucktard when I was younger, I have no excuses.
I ran toward the door. I don't know where I was going. I knew the teachers would follow me as I went to a reform type school. I get all the way down the hallway and there stands Mr. Reynolds the P.E. teacher and karate black belt. He was a big dude and I knew I wasn't getting passed him.
I punched a window in the door right next to me. He then takes me down and the other teachers arrive. They have to call the paramedic because I cut my hand pretty good. They also called the cops because I was drunk under age. I went to the hospital and my mom had to come pick me up.
Now for the story within the story.
I didn't know this but, Mr. Johnson was running after me trying to catch me. He was a fast little dude and everyone usually got caught by him. He tried to take a short cut and head me off. The school had that wire that ran through the window, you know, the kind that has the wire melded in with the glass.
Well, the door was one of the kind of door that had the bar that you push to make the lock disengage. Mr. Johnson went to push that bar and his hand slipped and he went crashing halfway through the window. He sliced the ever loving shit outta' his arm and had to have a few surgeries.
Sorry Mr. J. I just want to say that right here. My bad. I wish it wouldn't happened as I feel responsible. I hope he is ok now.
So that's my story about the day that I thought It would be a good idea to get drunk. I learned a good lesson that day. Sometimes what you do can effect a lot of people. I didn't even know that Mr. Johnson got hurt until I returned to the school ten days later.
I was in the class room and I think I was talking very loudly. I don't know how I got past the bus drivers. Couldn't you smell that I was almost passed out drunk? At any rate, the school officials told me to go sit in this room. It was next to the principals office.
Next thing I know some old lady walks in. She proceeds to ask me a series of questions. At some point she told me I was drunk. Coincidentally, I was. I screamed something along the lines of "fuck you bitch" to the poor woman.
I feel bad about cussing a old lady. I was a real fucktard when I was younger, I have no excuses.
I ran toward the door. I don't know where I was going. I knew the teachers would follow me as I went to a reform type school. I get all the way down the hallway and there stands Mr. Reynolds the P.E. teacher and karate black belt. He was a big dude and I knew I wasn't getting passed him.
I punched a window in the door right next to me. He then takes me down and the other teachers arrive. They have to call the paramedic because I cut my hand pretty good. They also called the cops because I was drunk under age. I went to the hospital and my mom had to come pick me up.
Now for the story within the story.
I didn't know this but, Mr. Johnson was running after me trying to catch me. He was a fast little dude and everyone usually got caught by him. He tried to take a short cut and head me off. The school had that wire that ran through the window, you know, the kind that has the wire melded in with the glass.
Well, the door was one of the kind of door that had the bar that you push to make the lock disengage. Mr. Johnson went to push that bar and his hand slipped and he went crashing halfway through the window. He sliced the ever loving shit outta' his arm and had to have a few surgeries.
Sorry Mr. J. I just want to say that right here. My bad. I wish it wouldn't happened as I feel responsible. I hope he is ok now.
So that's my story about the day that I thought It would be a good idea to get drunk. I learned a good lesson that day. Sometimes what you do can effect a lot of people. I didn't even know that Mr. Johnson got hurt until I returned to the school ten days later.
posted by Ronald McDojo at 1:03 PM
1 Comments:
How on earth did I get away with doing dumb shit? In 10th grade we "let ourselves" into a friend's car that had a case of beer locked in the trunk. We pulled his back seat off so we could reach through and grab beers.
We sat in his car drinking for the better part of the day. When the second lunch bell rang we decided we should probably go in.
I had a girl in algebra ask if I was drinking. I said yup and proceeded to pull a can out of my jacket. "Want one?" I asked. Hahaha, the teacher either was very dumb or didn't give a damn.
We caught up with the friend afterschool and asked for a ride. What we really wanted to do was watch as his car fell apart before his eyes. To stave off boredom (sitting in a car driking does get boring) we started loosening knobs, screws, bolts- basically whatever we could turn with our hands or keys.
The next ten minutes of watching him flip out as his seat fell back, his shifter came apart, and generally chasing bits of his car around the front seat was totally worth him finding out we did it. And that we drank his beer.
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