Thud thud thud. My gangster rap tunes are being interrupted by an irritating sound and a vibrating car. Get out do a walkaround and boom. My passenger side tire is flatter than a 10 year olds chest. Piss and vinegar, luckily I wasn't too far outta Hali. Go to use my cellular doohicky and realize that I had forgotten it in the Library last night. SOOO Im without a phone and got a flat tire. I wave down some poor old lady and her husband to use their phone to call my old man to bring me a spare because the god damn civic didnt have one.
Had big plans do hit up First Face with the legendary Assinator but dont have the Chaps number (the crazy bastard has like 50 and I can't remember one) -- so this is my only source of communication to the poor senior who thinks i stood him up ... dude my bad!!
The weather looks good this weekend and I wouldn't m ind getting out Sat and Sun, however Im without wheels. Someone chuck me Cassidy's number -- he;s probably worried sick about me
