As well as get a sax and learn to play it (cause that's my fucking dream and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna finally fucking achieve it), I think I'm going to write a fucking novel on my life for the past 3 months. Tonight just fucking convinces me to do it. Let me explain tonight's events:
It's around 9 p.m. and I'm chilling drinking a brewsky watching some denis leary on DVD, having a good time basically. All of a sudden my grandpa barges into my room saying he's about to kill some dude sneaking around the house. So I run outside with my grandpa and see nobody, so me and gramps are hunting this bastard down in the front yard. Something tells me "look under gramps' truck. So I do. Lo and behold, some fucking mexican duder is laying under the truck trying to hide. So I see him and grab his foot and at the same time yell, "get the fuck out from under this truck bitch!"
The dude gets scared and fucking hits his head under my gpa's truck and runs out screaming "I'M SORRY! I'M RUNNING FROM THE COPS!" to which me and gramps call this dude's bullshit. So my grandpa runs inside to get a knife after he tells me to keep him here. So I do. I give this dude a punch to the nose and he crashes out for a good 4 minutes or so. My gpa comes out with two big ass butcher knives and the dude comes to and starts wigging the fuck out.
So he feeds us the same shit about how he got in a wreck and is running from the cops and apologizes from here to next sunday for hiding out in our yard. So me and ol' gramps have a discussion on the side wether or not we should fuck this dude up beyond recognition or let him slide. After this discussion, we let the fucker go. We give him the best escape route me and gramps know and he takes off.
Ten minutes later, a black truck pulls up and the same motherfucker gets out of the fucking truck. He picks something up from out of our neighbor's tree and hauls ass. Me and gramps go "oh fuck this" and chase the truck. They got away. We called the cops and turns out that the same dude is on the run for holding up a convenience store on the other side of town.
All I say is that if that fuck comes around here again he's getting royally fucked up.
end of story time.
But yea, incidents like this one have been going on for about 3 months. A bunch of crazy shit, so I've decided to write a fucking novel about it. It should also be a movie damnit.
