the case of the day & a half runaway kid.

i had already been grounded for a few weeks for failin' some classes at school. this meant i couldn't go nowhere & none of my friends could come over. i couldn't tolerate much more of this bullshit.

one day i'm at the house by myself 'cuz mom's at the grocery store. my friend lucas calls to see if him & chad can come & hang out for a little bit. i remind him i'm grounded, but my mom's at the store for the time being, so come on over. usually these two friends of mine had decent weed on their persons, so i figgered i'd made a pretty good judgement call. about 5 minutes later, lucas & chad show up on their motorscooters & come inside. they immediately aske if i wanna smoke a joint out in the backyard. of course i say yes, but tell'em we gotta hurry 'cuz mom's probably gonna be back home in about 15 minutes or so. before we make it to the backyard, mom pulls up in the drive. she walks in, sees my friends, & i tell'er they just randomly showed up a few minutes ago, & they're fixin' to leave. so as i'm walkin' them out to their motorscooters, mom tells me to grab some groceries before i come back inside. mom looks & sounds kinda pissed. fuckin' neat. when we get out to the driveway, lucas let's me know that him & chad's weekend activities include goin' to lucas's alcoholic dad's house. lucas produces an extra helmet out of his backpack & tells me i'm welcome to come if i want. i don't even hesitate. i put that helmet on, got on the back of lucas's motorscooter, & we took the fuck off. it took mom 10 or so minutes to realize i had left.

the 3 of us head ove to josh's house to meet up with the other hoodlums who are also going to lucas's dad's house. we all smoked a good amount of pot, & everyone climbed onto their motorscooters. i think there were 5 of them. a gang of motorscooters. that don't sound tough or cool at all.

when we got to lucas's dad's, someone broke out some beers, someone broke out a bottle of mad dog 20/20, someone sparked up a joint, & we commenced to gettin' fuckered up all properlike. somehow, in the middle of this illicit teenaged dreamlike setting, a fight broke out. i don't think i had seen someone get punched right square in the face before. this kinda freaked me out. so i smoked some more weed & drank me some more nasty ass mad dog orange jubilee. after the fight, a few folks decided to fizzle out & head elsewhere. that just left lucas, chad, me, & another friend of ours named zeke. zeke was on the giving end of the previously mentioned face punch. i always thought zeke was a tough motherfucker, but later he passed the fuck out while our partyin' was in full fuckin' force. it's disgustingly retarded how much weed was smoked throughout the night.

after ol' boy zeke passed out, the rest of us headed outside. for some reason no bothered to mention we had keys to the car out front. we weren't supposed to drive it anywhere, & we didn't really want to. we just wanted it's stereo system. just the radio is better than no music at all. so we smoked dope in the driveway, with the car doors open, blastin' the local classic rock station. i was completely & totally content with the current situation, but i find out that lucas & chad are not. these motherfuckers wanna take their motorscooters over to the field, raise up the seats, shove a cardboard papertowel roll into the gas tank, huff the shit out of it, lay down in the overgrown grass, listen to the "wah, wah, wah, wah, wah" echo in their already bombed out heads, & fuckin' stare. i declined their offer to partake in their retardation, but agreed to sit & watch the show. shit was retarded. they were completely fuckin' gone. i just kept smokin' dope, & talkin' shit to them about how stupid & gross they were for doin' that shit. i mean, had they not seen that episode of sally jesse raphael that talked about the negative effects of huffing? well, i had, & i know that shit was most definitely not for me.

after the excitement of huffing gasoline wore off, we went to 7-11 for snacks. this is when lucas decided to take his bag of doritto's & squirt a shitload of nacho cheese directly into the bag. this causes the guy at the register to yell at us 'til we left.

during all this adventursome nonsense, my family had been tryin' to track me down. first, they called my bestfriend joe, & he told'em i'd left with lucas to go to his dad's. (this was not the last time joe would rat me out to my parents. fuck joe.) so, my parent's found lucas's phone # in my address bk, & got ahold of lucas's older brother who told my parents where to find me.

not long after wakin' up the next morning, i hear a knock at the door. my friends peek ouside, & tell me it's a large older man. i realize that it's probably my grandpa, & i sure as shit ain't about to ride all the way back home with him. so i run & hide in a backroom, & zeke talls my grandpa that i left the night before with some different friends, & grandpa leaves. me & my friends decide that i've carried this nonsense on for long enough, & i should go home. but not quite yet. there's still weed to be smoked & breakfast to be eat. lucas's almost bedridden grandma made us breakfast, a big ol pan of oatmeal with chunks of sausage mixed in, which she pronounced "slausage". shit was nasty, but made me not hungry anymore. sometime you just do what you gotta do, i guess.

after chokin' down breakfast, i put on a helmet, got on the back of chad's motorscooter, & went home.

upon entry to my house, i am ordered by my dad to turn my pockets inside out, take off my shoes & socks, remove my hat, & then i was patted down like a convicted felon. i asked to go to the bathroom & was told i could. i went to the bathroom in my bedroom. as soon as i step foot in my room, i realize that 90% of my pictures & posters covering most of my walls are gone. so is my t.v., stereo, cd's & casettes, & video games. besides bein' stripped of all my electronic gizmos, i was also sentenced to the house for 6 or so weeks.

that's ok though, i missed a few days of school during this time period, & chain smoked weed while i was at home by myself.