I went on a trip to Colorado to see a friend we'll call stinky pants, and it all started on a monday night at the stroke of Midnight pretty much. Me and my friend HotShotz started our 17+ hour Journey to the state of good ol Colorado. Hotshots and I are pretty hardcore because we did the journey nonstop, all to way there and stopped only to gas up and grab a bite to eat once at this place called Good Food. It looked closed by the outside of the place but the food was........ good.
When we got to Stinkypants house, we were so happy not to be going in a forward motion anymore. We all went inside and Stinkyp showed me the whole house which was very nice and even had a hottub, with an excellent view outside. StinkyP is have a problem with the bees, because there's a couple nests outside by the nice view. He also wouldn't let me spray them with hair spray and light the nest either. What kind of friend is he anyway? After Stinky showed me his whole pad, we had a session with the treas and chilled out hard.
I didn't do much while I was up there though; Stinky showed me the hills and the nice views they have there. While we were going back down from the 10,000ft. I felt this huge pressure by my eyebrow and eye and it felt like my eyeball was going to pop outta my head Total Recall style. That shit lasted a couple hours and totally sucked. After that passed, me and Stinky went to this place called Dave and Busters. It's a chain place that is an arcade for adults. They serve booze and food and have video games, what more could you want?
Well Hotshots and I were ready to leave so off we went on our 17+ hour straight drive again, and everything was going good until we were on the freeway. We were driving awhile so I decided to bust out the harrington book volume2 and to catch up on some reading. So I'm reading my book and all of a sudden Hotshots slows down and pulls over. Yup he got pulled over and my nugget jar was in the glove compartment. So the po po asks hotshots for his license and registration, and hotshots knows about the jar and looks at me like what are we going to do now? So he does a double check in his wallet and I go to open the glove compartment. But when I opened it, I put my book down over it because the trea jar was on sitting on the bottom and then began to look for hotshits registration.
We get off with a warning, and I tell hotshots that what the hell is he speeding for and don't do it anymore. So a couple hours later, what do you know? He gets pulled over again! This time doing 18 over! You bet your ass he got a ticket this time! Geez, if he was to get pulled over again, I think I would've find a grayhound or some shit, I'm not even kiddin you!
We get home about 2am in the morning and left at 7am..... what a hell of a drive and a journey that was.... but overall it was a good time.
