and it hit the fans hard this time folkds. ok, make a long story short, here's the short edition to this sucky saga:
Shootin' pool and darts at the bar last night wit some buds and chicks. few too many vodkas and cokes and then the next thing i know is im riding down the middle of main streeet on a motorcycle. don't have a license for a motocycle, but have a drivers license. i was on the back of the cycle and my boy J-Bo was drivin'. it was his cousins bike but he doiesn't have a license to drive anything! No vehicle license, no bike license. were crusin down the street and Jbo looks back and sees red and blues flashin behind us. OH CRAPPOLA, THE COUNTY BOYS ARE AFTER US HE SHOUTED!
I look back and begin to shake. damn damn damn!!! i don't need this happening to me. ive gots a clean record and dont need none. cop pulls us over. JBO, no llicense gets hauled off in the cruiser. cop asks me if i am okay to drive home on the bike. i was way too wasted to even think about it. if i tell him im wasted, he takes me to jail i thought. i say, yes sir, i can drive the bike home. im all shaking and then the cops leave slowly, kinda waiting for me to get on the bike and make it home. im all nervous. only drivin dirt bikes in the hills of NY. never drivin a crotch rocket. start the bike up, make another check for the coppers and then slowly take off. holy crap it was weird driving this thing, for one i was wasted off vodkas, and the other i had no clue what was goin on. i drive 2 miels and make it home alright. when i get in to the yard i hit the cement steps that lead up to my ant's house with the bike. i fall off the bike and the bike gets all scratched from landing on the cement. oh crap. im dead. not even my bike. J-bo's cousin returns next weekend. do i get a paint job? how much? or do i just tell him what's up?
i feel like a dickweed right now. cant believe i even drove that sucker home. what would you all do?
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