DUDE, Where's My Food?
Yesterday I headed downtown Vancouver to get some more injections in my back. It was very painful when he stuck them in my lower back. They were some big thick needles. I had them before a few months ago but my back still has not recovered. Improvement yes but not better. Anyway, I was in no condition true drive after being highly over-dosed with drugs so ofcourse I had brought my brother along to drive me.
After my appointment we ate lunch with my brother's fiancee at Earls on E. Broadway. Food was great, I ordered some noodles. I couldn't finish my dish so I had it packed in a little Asian take-out box. As we drove out of the parking lot, I didn't know if it was the drugs or what the hell was going on. There were people giving us strange stares and one guy chasing after our car. So I panicked yelling at my brother to get the hell out of there. He walked up to our window and kept shouting at us!! I was freaking out like, don't open the window! LOCK YOUR DOORS! OMFG! What the fuck is going on and why is that crack head yelling at us??? Then my brother pointed out that crack heads don't wear business suits...unless it's second hand obviously but I finally calmed down and decided to do as he said and slightly roll down my window. Well, he laughs and tells me that I had left my take-out box and chop sticks on the roof of the car hahaha. I fuckin' felt stupid, so I quickly rolled down my window enough to stick out my hand and grab it off and bring it in. I was like what the fuck, if that guy didn't point that out, we would have drove home with my food on the roof. Then wondered even more why people were laughing at us as we drove by. Quite embarrassing but a very humorous moment I would say. Should I blame it on the medication or my absence of my brain? Maybe a little of both.
After my appointment we ate lunch with my brother's fiancee at Earls on E. Broadway. Food was great, I ordered some noodles. I couldn't finish my dish so I had it packed in a little Asian take-out box. As we drove out of the parking lot, I didn't know if it was the drugs or what the hell was going on. There were people giving us strange stares and one guy chasing after our car. So I panicked yelling at my brother to get the hell out of there. He walked up to our window and kept shouting at us!! I was freaking out like, don't open the window! LOCK YOUR DOORS! OMFG! What the fuck is going on and why is that crack head yelling at us??? Then my brother pointed out that crack heads don't wear business suits...unless it's second hand obviously but I finally calmed down and decided to do as he said and slightly roll down my window. Well, he laughs and tells me that I had left my take-out box and chop sticks on the roof of the car hahaha. I fuckin' felt stupid, so I quickly rolled down my window enough to stick out my hand and grab it off and bring it in. I was like what the fuck, if that guy didn't point that out, we would have drove home with my food on the roof. Then wondered even more why people were laughing at us as we drove by. Quite embarrassing but a very humorous moment I would say. Should I blame it on the medication or my absence of my brain? Maybe a little of both.
posted by tangledthoughts at 8:20 PM
3 Comments:
I just read the first line...
"Yesterday I headed downtown Vancouver to get some more injections"
... and figured you had become a prostitute junkie down on east hastings or some such. Rad!
If i keep getting more injections, this is where my life may lead :(
...im no different than those prostitutes damn it!
Seems obvious what to blame this on.
Name starts with an M and ends with IKE.
Thats where Id lay the blame anyway.
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