Monkey Ninjas

"if you hesitate, you've already lost" - Jay-z

So this weekend is just too much to write about, and nothing that great even really happened. It was just filled with boring ideas and uninspiration/unoriginal nights. But maybe I'm just being negative. It would be cool if I was 21 and could go to clubs and meet some people, but unfortunately I'm stuck with my age and I'm getting older only so quickly.

We end up shooting over to the local hang out, which in our case is this lan center (yes it is probably what you think it is) and get in on a few challenging and feuding matches of DOTA. I'm teaming up with some random kind, who btw was actually chill as fuck for seeming to be such a nerd. We end up dominating rocco and ket the first game, and rocco leaves the game not accepting his defeat. He seriously can't understand that he lost, I really think it's not programmed in him to accept things like that. So we rematch, and were kicking his ass again (the so called dota champion) and of course the kid I'm playing with runs out of time and has no more money. So again we kick his ass, but can't finish, and once again doesn't accept his loss. It's ok we will just have to have the final show down in the future >.>.

After we have some fun playing a few more games of dota and talking mad shit on some little kids, which by the way has become a game for us, we decide to leave. By now we still have nothing figured out to do. I really think it was just because everyone was either tired out after the new years or we were just completely missing out on something. I prefer to believe the former.

We cruse around town bumping with kets subs, being a major heat score. Of course this is what you call obvious forshadowing... but we get to 17th st and ket decides to go left from newport. Well now were half way across the solid white line and halfway in the go-straight lane waiting for the light to change.

Well sure enough a cop pulls up right next to us in the straight lane, and gives us that typical what-the-fuck-do-you-think-your-doing cop look. Oh man we were shitting bricks, but the only thing we could think of doing was cracking some jokes and laughing alittle bit. Rocco was freaking out because we were laughing, but I thought it was really funny that he was trying to be so serious. All it really did was probably just make us look like less of a bust by acting more natural.

We make it to kets house, chill out for a little, go pick on mongrel from antons, and pretty much call it a night. It would be cool if we could hang out with some girls more than just once every week instead of just straight dick, but I guess maybe in time.