fuck did i move to nyc in my sleep or sommin and noone told me the diff?...........

so last night chris says lets drink tonight(havent ever heard him say that) so i gladly accept the invitation to hit the gillwood wif him...like always our plans get muffled and we end up drinkin with a few less ppl than usual but hey chris said lets drink tonight so i was all over that....anyways we get mike in the shower and proceed to the liquor store and start the fun....me mike and chris drinkin needless to say it was a hoot and a half....after enuff drinks for me to feel it we go into the "messenger room" and start to talk to chris friend james who btw lives in birch grove (theres a point to why i said where he lives) and we convince him to go out with us....he arrives on reserve street about 5 mins later if that (did i mention he lives in bg which is at least a 10 min drive and thats even over the speed limit) and we go to the gilly settle in have a smoke and buy our drinks when we notice a gathering of ppl out front...to my surprise we see a guy laying on the road holding his head and a huge puddle of blood underneath his head and a trail of blood coming from it at first ppl were saying it was a hit and run deal kinda thing but later to find out some ppl jumped him......what a bunch of cowards hey the guy is laying there in a puddle of his own blood from some hooligan and gonna be rushed to the hospitall....what is gb coming to deaths murders pills popin...fuck do we live in nyc?......crazy place i tell ya.............so teh night goes on and we end p at subway(a happenin place after the gilly..gossip girls with no jackets and things that kinda look like bikini's floatin in and out) and the night comes to an abrupt stop when we get home ... brush the teeth get pj's on and i dont remembera thing except my head hittin the pillow...zzZZZzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz