Tuesday Level II Education

Each Tuesday for the last 2 or so months I go to the IDEA counseling center for my Level II Alcohol class. It is located off of what is basically Federal and Speer in what would be described as the Hi-Lo district of Denver or what as us non politically correct people would call the not quite middle class but not quite lower class Mexican district. So the answer is yes, this place is not only in a semi unsavory area of Denver but also filled with semi unsavory people. The basic outline of the class is every tuesday, starting at 6 PM, a two hour class takes place but usually only runs for a little over an hour because the counselor either gets bored with us not caring or needs to get out of there and grab a cold sud because he has a job that deals with the most dreary/crazy people ever. For the most part, there has been the same people in my class for the whole time but it's revolving enrollment so people come and go thus the circle of life. However, there has been a few people that have been there for the majority or time and have considerable character development and I would like to describe them to you as best I can.

Pablo and Adan: These two guys are the ages of 15 and 20 respectively and have grown up in the neighborhood since they were only little ninos. Pablo got into an accident while drunk by running a light and t-boning a woman but no injuries so there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Mind you this BOY is only 15 and not only drinking but driving on top! All I got to say is pick your battles buddy, either go with underage drinking or driving without a license (not to mention he's not even old enough to get one), don't go with both. Adan on the other hand, was driving home from a party with his girlfriend and got pulled over and got his DUI, end of story. Boring right? Well he has decided to make up for it by being crazy as fuck during his education class. Adan either is in some sort of gang on the west side of Denver or really really wants to be in a gang on the west side of Denver. He spends most of his time in class drawing tattoos on his knuckles and tops of his hands and failing to answer a single question when called on to describe his feelings on his DUI. He prefaces his answer by trying to find the answer in the book because for some reason he thinks he can find out "how he felt" in the chapter we are on. The answer is an affirmative no Adan, the answer of "stubborn and unwilling to accept that any of this has happened" is not on page 147 under the chapter "preventing recidivism." He ends class by giving some sort of fake gang sign and them using 2-3 curse words in a sentence involving how little he has picked up from the days lesson and how stupid everyone in the world is.

Diana: Diana is a middle aged woman who was pulled over at 10 in the morning for slamming into a median on the highway on her way to work. She was not drunk but she was fucked up enough on pain killers to crash her vehicle into an inanimate object at 10 in the morning which is a pretty good indication on how well your life is going. Diana is making her way through the classes by deciding to argue every point that is made in the class and backing it up with points that are not only irrelevant to the question but also followed by anecdotes on her own life and how us "young people" need to find ways to be more spiritual and that she is worried about the "younger generations." My favorite story so far about Diana actually about a story she told a couple weeks ago about a shoot out in Edgewater, not far from our backyard. Allegedly, police were called to a man's house after reports of gunfire. When police arrived at the scene, the man began to fire shots at the police which prompted the police to call in the SWAT team to finally subdue this man. After all was said and done the man had fired over 100 rounds of live ammunition at police officers and somehow no one was hit, not even the man. The man was finally charged with 8 counts of attempted murder and is set for trial sometime this summer. Diana in all of her wisdom came up with this argument in support of the man firing bullets in a neighborhood full of people, mind you this isn't Fallujah, Iraq. It went something like this , "this is just another case of the government trying to get more money out of the people. it's basically a big corporation. I don't even know why he was arrested in the first place, he didn't even hit anybody, they don't even have enough evidence to convict him." Let's just say I differ with her on a few of her view points.

Hoosana: I'm not sure on the correct spelling of this woman's name but it's something like this. It's phonetically pronounced, Who-saan-ah so go with whatever spelling you want. Hoosana is a very nice lady, but is also a very loud and proud spoken African American woman so I'm not sure if she can be classified as a tremendously enjoyable person to be around. Not because she is Black but because she is extremely loud and opinionated, oh and really dumb. Hoosana, like Diana, was not drinking a driving but was also under the influence of legal medical prescriptions. She was found asleep in her vehicle not 20 feet from her house.... crashed into a tree. Her main claim is that she doesn't belong in this class because she wasn't drinking and her only problem was that the prescription medications she was on, "forced" her to become suicidal, which caused her to take too many pills at once, blackout and drive into a tree. She was hired an attorney to take her case against the ER doctor that gave her the prescription because he, not she is liable for the entire situation. I'm not sure how much of a case she has.

The rest of my favorite class members are the pretentious illiterate and the twlight movie extra. The pretentious illiterate is a mid 20 something guy who uses a lot of hand motions when he talks and has a lot of dramatic pauses with a bunch of "uhhh's" and "errr's" while he searches for the word to use but in actuality he really has no idea what he's talking about. The vampire kid is a 20 year old who claims he has some sort bipolar disorder but I think he's just a little emo. He is also wins the award for "most likely to bring a gun and kill all of us." Most of us though are just poor dumb saps who made a stupid mistake and are trying to power through 12 weeks of horse shit while wadding through the river of diarrhea flowing from everyone else mouth.

As a good chorus line in a Mase song once said : Welcome Back

For the last few months I've been trying to write a series of really eclectic and deep, well semi deep while remaining comical, blogs but they get really bogged down (pun intended)and they have gone no where. For this reason I have decided to go back to writing about really stupid, childish and immature stuff and hopefully I'll be able to just post more stuff up. And I feel more stuff happens when it's warmer out so hopefully one thing a week of interest to anybody will happen and it's at least funny to one person. The mission statement of this blog is to get one laugh out of anybody per week and I'll consider it a success. With that lets get into it.

Jon said this blog was stupid and pointless so in part this first part will be dedicated to slighting him just to spite his comment. Actually this whole blog is dedicated to that. It's a throwback to the first blog where Justice said blogs were stupid and I would never write one. Well look at me now Justice! Who's the bad ass now bitch?! The guy with the shitty blog is the badass, ya that's right! But I regress, back to cutting down Jon. Jon took a poop the other day and took a picture of it and since it's stuck on his phone or deleted I'm going to describe it the best I can. First off, he was in the bathroom for a considerable amount of time. The kind of time that is spent in the bathroom when a man is trimming his chest pubes or ball fro but doesn't really say anything to his roommates but we all know what's happening when he comes out 38 minutes later and the shower was never on. Either it was a man trimming session or an awkward session of a poop that turned into a masturbation session because what else is there to do when there is nothing to read and your main buddy is just starring at you in the face. Don't kid yourself we've all been there. So Jon was in the bathroom that long but the door was open so I'm pretty sure it was just a bathroom break and not the story told above. After he was done he began to brush his teeth, (he washed his hands first, calm down, this isn't that gross of a story). While he was brushing he would intermittently snort out a brief chuckle or blurb of laughter which immediately gave away the fact that something ridiculous had happened because we were the only ones in the house at the time. After 3 or 4 minutes I had to offer up a question of "what the hell did you do?" This is when he just broke out into uncontrollable laughter and could do nothing but make noises and point towards the toilet. My first reaction was to look at it and to see what he as a man had produced. I believe subconsciously all men want to create great things and to have other men stand in the glory of what they have created. Whether it is a giant stone pyramid, a wooden cabin, a beautiful baby boy or a gigantic shit, this piece of work will be put on showcase to someone. The glory Jon had produced was what can only be described as pure genius and complete madness at the same time. Like the Charlie Sheen show, it was a gigantic piece of shit with bits and pieces of crazy comedic genius but the work of a crazy person as well. As for the smell of this artwork, it can be best described as the inside of the elephant exhibit at the zoo, on a hot July afternoon, when the elephants have been eating a new strain of hay and their stomachs have not adjusted well to it yet. Or in this case it was the result of days of los mesones and mcdonalds and nothing had left Jon's body in days.

See ya next week folks.

On a Starry Night in November

Due to the on going nature of the case, I feel I'm not allowed to discuss the reasons I may or may have not ended up in a Denver Detox center this weekend, but, I will however discuss how much fun it was to be in detox for about 12 hours. Sometime around 9 at night I arrived at the facility. I was stripped of my belongings, (not my clothes, get your mind out of the gutter) and then was given a wrist band with my information on it. While this was happening, two things happened, 1. a man was trying to fight a bunch of cops and 2. another man puked or something and it got on man #1 which diverted his attention away from the police. Next I was given a blanket and a sheet and sent into a large room with about fifty beds in it and I was given bunk #9, which would also be my name for the next 12 hours. Now by beds, I mean a wooden cot with a grey plastic mat on it from the mid to late 1990's, resembling something you may find in an inner city gymnasium being used as shanty padding during a game of indoor soccer at a dilapidated elementary school. Got the picture? Good. Next I went over to the wall and made a collect phone call to a good friend which ended up costing him $9.99, and thankfully he accepted. Near the phones was a tv in a plastic box and Three Kings starring George Clooney, Mark Wahlberg and Ice Cube was starting and I watched the first couple minutes because to be honest I've never seen the movie in it's entirety even though I enjoy it every time I catch it halfway through on TNT. It's usually around the part where Marky Mark is getting torchered and they are pouring oil in his mouth and then later Clooney starts freaking out at the other US Army officer when Wahlberg starts to choke on his own blood cause the ghetto rig breathing tube coming out of his throat is too full and he can't breath. Also there is some sort of sex scene in the beginning with Clooney and a reporter or something which I was unaware of but like I said, I've never seen the beginning so sue me. But I regress...

I then went over to bed #9 and scouted out my surroundings. The closest man to me was in bed #11 or bed #7 but bed #7 was across from me and not next to me so I felt I could keep a better eye on that guy in case he tried to kill me. Plus it was lower than my bunk which also may have given me the advantage. However, in bed #11 was a man who I'm gonna call Shamus because he looked like a Shamus. I'm not sure what he called me but like I said I was known as #9 so it doesn't really matter. Now Shamus, was a journey man of sorts in the sense that he had taken a long journey down the crazy transient hobo road that he was completely lost in a world of soup kitchens, bus stop sleep overs and funny road sides in order to secure enough change for the nightly blackout that he wasn't coming back soon. Shamus was the type of bum that I like to describe as the crazy grumbling bum. This type of bum is usually seen on the bus or other type of public transportation and no one really wants to sit next to him but someone eventually does cause they have their headphones in and don't realize it until their ipod runs out of batteries and then it's too late, or in my case my bed was the closest to his and it was also too late. Secondary note: I don't care if bum or hobo is not politically correct, this is America,they were fucking bums, go to hell. I felt my only real threat of being accosted in the middle of the night was from Shamus so my attention was on him most of the time. However distractions occurred from time to time, as in thrice actually, one guy pissed himself standing up and another was lying down in his own urine and the other distraction was a 18 year old crying hysterically. I was gonna go talk to him and tell him to chill out but before I could he started ripping off his clothes and freaking out and had to be removed to the quiet room. This has all occurred within only about an hour of me being there so I had quite the night ahead of me. Luckily when I eventually ended up going to sleep, Shamus didnt creep up behind me and shank me with a widdled down tooth brush or something and lucky nobody peeed on me. I ended up opting out of breakfast at 7:oo in the morning which was fine with me cause it gave me time to watch another man freakout and yell at one of the nurses and he also had to go to the quiet room. Fun time.

Kastra – One Illmerica (Swedish House Mafia vs. Wolfgang Gartner)

Beastie Boys – Sabotage (Alex Metric Re-Edit)

24:1 odds

Dear Self,
If you would have told me 10 years ago that one day I would be standing on a porch drinking a Smirnoff Ice making a cooler out of a rusted out shopping cart with zip ties and other stolen goods at the ripe age of 24, I would have told you to go have intercourse with yourself. However, if I had the chance to interview myself ten years ago and I could express to you all my goals and aspirations then this would be a different blog and most certainly a different topic. Blessed with the power of hindsight here is something I may have written myself years ago:
Dear Self,
Congrats on making it to the 8th grade! It's not that 7th grade was all that hard or anything but still.... mad props. This is a letter that will be sent to you in the future and hopefully all the things you have hoped to accomplish by your age have come true and this letter will be a mere reminder of the amazing feats you have achieved. In ten years, at the age of 24, you should by now be well established among your contemporaries in the field of education you pursue.....

Instead the reality of the situation is much different, which is possibly the same situation you may find yourself in at the current time. Can anyone really look back and say that on this day, (whatever the date is you read this), this is what you had planned on doing 10 years ago, 5 years ago, 10 months ago, last Thursday night? Ok maybe you knew what you were gonna do today last Thursday but the point I'm trying to make is that the dirty 12 to 6 curve that life just threw you is gonna make you whiff more times than not and maybe even just leaving you leaning away from the pitch so it doesn't hit you in the dome, but then it drops in for a strike. The only silver lining I can take from all this is that there is always another pitch, and even if you strike out, you get up to bat at least 3 or four more times before the game is over. I mean, a .300 batting average is good so one out of three ain't bad.

Zagat Denver

This happened to blow my mind when I looked it up because I always thought that a Zagat rating system existed for the city of Denver. To my disbelief there was no such publication on the city of Denver (however they do have one for Long Island so if you like either really rich places to go or even trashier people than those on Jersey Shore check that shit out.) Because of this, I've decided to start the first couple chapters of it and then maybe some random Zagat empolyee will google search "zagat denver" and come across this stupid fucking blog and give me a job. FInally all this bull shit will pay off!ANYWAY... I wrote this a couple weeks ago but since we just got internet and moved out of the Bronze age I'm gonna post it. Oh and it seems like things are finally picking up again in the world of me and others so maybe i'll have something to write about. Feel free to do something crazy so I can exploit it to the world and you'll be famous forever.

So after moving down to Mexico… sorry, I mean West Colfax we’ve come across some pretty stellar places to eat so I’m submitting this as a new chapter to the Zagat’s guide to Denver Restaurants titled, “Order numero 83, smothered with a side of toilet paper.”

Literally right down Newton St on Colfax is the first place on our stop “Taqueria Mexico.” The best thing on the menu so far is probably the gigantic breakfast burrito you can get for $5 and it’s filled with corrizo, eggs, potato and enough cheese and chile to choke a small Mexican, which undoubtedly has probably happened before. Other notable items are the tortilla burger, and any of the combo plates which are anywhere from $6-7 bucks and is just an absurd amount of food. Oh and they give you chips and salsa too, the salsa being pretty damn hot but after a bowl or two your mouth goes numb so you can’t tell. Don’t forget to grab some helado on your way out. They have a cooler by the cashier with a bunch of crazy flavors with some stuff you don’t even wanna try but maybe it’s worth a shot. Fuck, you’re gonna be on the toilet anyway so I wouldn’t really worry about it. Rating: 8 out of 10

The next place is “Los Mesones” which is on something like Mead and Colfax? In any case, if you’re near our house it’s right by Taqeria Mexico so you can’t miss it. On the window is a advertisement for 99 cent tacos!! However, the only problem with that is that the 99 cent tacos are liver tacos. Gracias but I’m gonna stick with maybe some asada or pollo which are only $1.49 or something. Anyway, me and matt had the enchiladas which were solid, so this is gonna be my enchilada recommendation. Rating: 7 out of 10

It reminded me of this place called “Tacos y Salsas” on Kennedy and Federal (but this is only the biggest one, there are like 4 different ones on federal.) The entire menu at this place is in Spanish so brush up on your espanol before entering. Actually, maybe brush up on your Spanish before going to any of these places because you might end up ordering some crazy nasty shit and going home disappointed. Back to tacos y salsas though, the tacos are super basic and they have a salsa bar that you get all your condiments from so when they bring the chips to your table don’t act like an idiot like me and schranck did and stare awkwardly around the place looking for salsa. It’s right by the fucking door! Jesh! But I’m gonna go ahead and recommend any of the tacos and then the gorditas which are pretty big but stuffed with meat and cheese so totally worth it. Cheap as all hell too. Rating : 8 out of 10

Finally we’re gonna go with some more traditional places, the first being “Bubba Chinos” which are all over town but the main one is on federal and then Grandpa’s Burgers which is right down on federal, south of Colfax, too. Bubba Chinos is just a burrito place and it’s pretty basic, pick your meat, pick whether you want cheese or chili in it or go smothered and that’s it. Oh and if you get lucky while you’re there, the guy selling “kicks” might show up and you can grab yourself a pair of jordans with your lunch. What a deal! Rating: 5 out of 10 or 9 out of 10 (depending on the amount of toilet paper you need to use afterwards)

On your knee bitch

Long time no see. The one thing I was gonna write about I don't think I'm gonna write about so don't get excited. However, there is a new phenomenon that isn't actually that new cause i've heard stories of people playing it many a month ago... like eight months ago and that's only one person so don't think this is that original or anything but we'll try. Today I've been presented with 72 ounces of Smirnoff Ice. I've been iced, 3 times to be exact and then i was counter iced when i presented dameworth with a 24oz bomber. For those who don't know or don't play, simple set of rules:
1. You have to accept to play the game. If not then the rest of this need not apply to you.
2. If you choose to accept the game then you are now venerable to be presented with an ice at any point of the day and you must drink the ice on one knee if presented. The presenter is allowed to tell the ice-ie to "get on you knee bitch" but refer to rule 4 for proper format.
3. If the ice-ie is able to produce their own ice within one step of their current postition then the ice-er is given the "counter ice" and then has to drink both ices. Again, refer to rule 4 for proper format.
4. "Bros icing bros" is a gentlemen's game and should be played as such. Granted you are allowed to ice anybody at your own leisure but it should be taken with a grain of salt because i'd watch your shit if I was you if you. Eventually, someones gonna get you bad, and if it's like a saturday when you have nothing to do and to counter ices then you're gonna have a rough day. However, the best part is that if somebody refuses an ice after accepting the invitation then they are excluded from the game forever. They are unable to ice or be iced, a major problem if you wanna prove yourself in the game of "bros icing bros".

Like I said, this is no where near original publication of the rules or whatnot but just a general overview of what to expect in the future. As far as i can tell the game was created for fun but it has become more than a game at this point and will most likely continue until someone has taken it too far and either someone dies via drunk driving because of icing or someone loses a job.. or a limb, whichever is more important to you.

This is a good example of a sneak ice attack:

Dear Diary.... Part 1

In light of graduation and whatnot, I've decided to take account of what I've done in the last five years. I've done things I've never dreamed of doing, I've seen things I've never dreamed of seeing, and mostly I've drank things I've never dreamed of drinking. However, throughout the years I seemingly forgot to keep a list of the things I have done so in any case I will attempt to recreate a diary of the last five years. Dates, names and actual series of events may be altered but my memory will try and serve me as best as possible.

*Warning - This is a multiple part entry and this is the first of the series. This blog gets pretty fucking long, but I'd like to see you condense five years into anything shorter! jerks.....

August 26, 2005

Dear Diary,

Today is my first day of college! Just got all my shit moved into this dorm room and while I was trying to get my clothes hamper into the top of my closet the handle of tequilla I had fell out and my dad saw it. The only thing he said was "be careful with that shit," and he left it at that. Haven't met anyone yet really except for my roommate who may or may not be a homo, not too sure yet. Well I'm gonna go up to those Jack Jake and Jon's rooms now and hopefully scheme on as many chicks as possible on my way up.

August 27, 2005

Dear Diary,

Just woke up. We were supposed to do a bunch of team building shit with the rest of the hall and then go do this gay picture thing but my face hurts from all the tequilla so i've opted out. Met some people last night. One guy ran in and said he got a blow job in the stair well. gonna be a sweet year I think. Also, had my first bout with the dining hall and also my first fight with the toilet. also gonna be a long year with that one.

September 4, 2005

Dear Diary,
First birthday of college but I drank myself into a damn near comma yesterday so we'll see what happens. We played CU for the first time in football and almost won but that douche crosby had to kick a 48 yarder for the win. Maybe next year. Anyway me jake and dave finished a whole handle of tequilla and then went out partyin. We hit up a house somewhere on elizabeth and then went and partied with some older guys from Durango. Good times, got home around 3 or 4 not really sure.

October 29, 2005

Dear Diary,
Halloween is awesome in college. It's basically an excuse for everybody to look like an idiot and for girls to dress like sluts. totally sweet. however the night did not end as well as it started. After chugging a couple cups of beer over at that house on the corner of laurel and shields we and dameworth ran across the street. I then proceeded to vomit behind a electrical box as soon as we got back onto campus and when we turned the corner to cops were standing there with their flashlights on. awesome. at least the best part was that they took a picture of us and then dameworth proceeded to tell them that our court date wasn't gonna work because of Hanukkah. Smooth. By the way, Dameworth isn't Jewish.

January 1, 2006

Dear Diary,
Last night was a fucking crap shoot. Two kegs, dozen handles, case of champagne and every person in Durango I've ever drank with. Cheers to Box, Beach and Kieth for hosting such a shindig. We just ate breakfast, tried to go to the Diner but they aren't open on New Years Day because everyone that works there is a drunk and they like the day off as much as the rest of us. Justice just puked outside my car the second we left Oscars. Gonna be a good year.

March 20, 2006

Dear Diary,
Just got back from spring break. I'm suffering severe alcohol withdrawals. I can't sleep and my stomach can't handle anything but rice crispies. Found out some interesting stuff about Jake during the trip. Nothing worth repeating in good company. From the time I left Fort Collins last Friday night til we got into the city of San Diego it snowed or rained the entire time. Needless to say we didn't get ot go to Tijuana but Rosarito was sweet nonetheless. To summarize, condo was awesome, almost blew jacks hand off with a M-1000, beer bongs make friends, and sling blade in spanish is hilarious. I hope to god I never go back to that shit hole.


May 18, 2006

Dear Diary,

Pops just picked me up from school and I just got home. Turns out JC and duvall got a house. Fuckin sweet. Just what I needed too. A place to continue drinking all summer long. Thunderdome Ho!
June 3, 2006

Dear Diary,
Just got back from Navajo from camping there last night only to refuel with more beer and food. We camped right near this cliff face so we are gonna try and move so no drunk chicks walk off of it in the middle of the night cause that sounds like something a stupid drunk chick would do.

June 4, 2006

Dear Diary,
Some drunk chick named Kiernan walked off the cliff last night. Broken T6 T7 vertebra. Awesome. gonna be a good summer.

August 17, 2006

Dear Diary,
We moved back up to Fort Collins today and got all of our shit unpacked. Fuckin stoked to have a house of our own to actually throw a party and drink without getting harassed by RA's. I doubt we'll get any problems from the cops too cause this neighborhood seems pretty chill. Plus the one lady next to us is about a hundred so she doesn't even know what a phone is.

August, 20 2006

Dear Diary,

Fuckin cops. Me and Justice just got underages while we were walking home. I should have been less responsible and driven home. they would have never seen that coming. Anyway, this will be the last time we have to deal with the cops.

September 10, 2006

Dear Diary,

Rams beat the buffs at Invesco, 14-10. Suck it Ralphie.

September 16, 2006

Dear Diary,
Fuckin cops. We just got our first noise violation. I guess blasting music late into the evening with gobs of people hanging out in the backyard aren't good materials for a successful party. Hopefully this will be the last time we have to deal with the cops.

October 29, 2006

Dear Diary,
Fuckin COPS!! Halloween was a total success but good jesus! WE CAN'T GET AWAY WITH SHIT! However for some reason this ticket is actually less than the first one. Go fig.

December 2, 2006

Dear Diary,
No cops but other problems occurred at the first annual sweater party. To recount, some chick shit her pants. Yes, some chick actuall shit herself. She went from puking off the back porch to falling into the bathroom, to destroying the bathroom, to falling into the living room/middle of the party with shit on the back of her pants. It's just puke her friends said. Well if it was just puke than why does it look and smell like shit? Also, Justice's car got egged, hilarious, the gate to the backyard got ripped off the hinges, the water to both the sink and toilet were shut off, for some odd reason, and they are both clogged and packed with vomit, none of which is anyone that can remember anything. After a couple of bottles of drain-o the party was a success I would say.


January 12, 2007

Dear Diary,
Chase moved in today. I guess his lanky ass couldn't take any more date rape/arab kid hallway rave parties at bear creek. Sweet night though. Little does he know that those parties also occur at our house.


March 21, 2007

Dear Diary,
For some reason we decided to go back to Rosarito. However this time included actually going to Tijuana. In hindsight a poor life choice. After our Taxi back to the border was pulled over by the cops and we were searched for drugs while Justice is yelling "No Drogas" over and over even though they speak perfect english, we throw 8 bucks at the driver and book it because we told him we were gonna pay him $30 but $8 was all we could muster. While at full sprint, Chase turns and violent vomits about 30 feet from the customs checkpoint. This is proceeded by an hour of Dameworth and Chase puking in the bathroom together while Dave tried to fight Justice cause he thought we left him behind but in actuality we was trailing us by leff than half a block the entire time. Rosarito once again proves to be one of the worst place on the planet to party mainly because it has $5 all you can drink places aka Devil Band Bar. KAMIKAZES!!!

August 6, 2007

Dear Diary,
Last night was Fuller's 21st birthday but it was also a celebration of sorts for Justice and Josh since it was the first time they could all do it together. After drinking here until midnight, the three of them headed out to the bars where they proceed to get hammered. However, Justice decided to get entirely more drunk than everybody else and went on a vomit rampage in the Silver Mine bathroom, that is until Jess came in and yelled at him to get in the car. They pulled up outside the house with Justice's head out the window and we proceeded to molest him in the front yard while he puked his brains out. Then Matt fell down the stairs. Don't worry, he just laughed the pain away.