sunday was my birthday. the big two-six. naturally, i went to the bar. actually, i spent from friday to monday at the bar with little breaks fopr sleep and elimination needs. left the car at home so as to not kill myself and or others. got home on sunday, and there's two gigantic fist dents in my hood. the neighbor says there was a fight and my car evidently got involved. i hate this world, but mostly this town and the retards they let wander freely.

mind you, this is when i got home from a terrible night at the bar. karaoke night, my boss (i work at said bar) was there, and i got tanked. walk out for a smoke, and i see a guy push a girl. i tell him not to do that, he punches me. glasses break, 2' gash over my eye and lotsa scraping all over the rest of my eye. i was so shocked. luckily, when i cleaned the blood out of my eye, i find him on the ground with my buddies kicking him in the face. cops came and couldn't find the guy. then i get home and my car's fuxored.

what really sucks: no birthday head. i hung out with like 6 chicks and none of them took me home.

the moral: don't leave your car unattended. drive it to the bar, and take a cab home. it's probably safer there than in the ghetto. i gotta move.