Let me just start out by saying, Andrew and I were chased down on two separate occasions in the same day. These things, they only happen twice, maybe three times in one's life. Those times, those parties, those weekends that you never forget. I'm not necessarily saying that this is definitely one of those times, but hey, it might enter the list one day.
Andrew and I slept for about 5 hours (5:15-10:15), woke up, ate spaghetti and meatballs for breakfast, got dressed, and left the house. Our goal was to not go home for the whole day. I'm proud to say in advance that we succeeded. We walked all the way to the Anthem Skate Park with no boards to ride, and sat in the grass for about 45 minutes. We then had the genius idea to hop on the Anthem Train that rides around the park. When it came around again, we hopped on the caboose, and crouched down so as not to be seen. Not even 35 seconds later, one of the maintenance men ratted us out, and the conductor came back to see what was happening. He saw us, and started running after us, yelling for us to stop. We sprinted as fast as we could, as far as we could, until we were both ready to die.
When we knew that we had lost the man, we jogged into a nearby Chicago Hot Dog place and got two large drinks. After we got our drinks, I started putting blog fliers into random windshields and store windows, not caring where they went. At around 5 PM, we started heading home. Andrew reminded me that that night was Ska Wars, a show he'd been looking forward to go to with me for a while. We convinced my parental units to let us go, but not five minutes later, we got the notification that we were going to Patagonia. Remember Patagonia? I wrote an extensive post about it a while ago. If you don't remember it, too bad, go read it.
3 hours later, one granny and a viewing of Bruno later, we were in Patagonia. Hey, it was only 10:00 PM, not bad! The mandatory feast was present, of course. We all ate, blah, blah, blah, you guys have heard this story before. But this is where it gets interesting. Andrew and I, at 11:30 PM, went for a walk around the block, which turned into a tour of half the town. We were terrified though, it being a border town and all. Whenever a car drove by, we just hid behind the nearest solid object. Fast forward to around Midnight. We're talking in the park. Suddenly, a dark figure appears from behind the nearest building, standing and staring at us. Andrew tells me, "Hey dude, look at that guy staring at us, we gotta get outta here man, let's go." We start to walk briskly back towards the house. The man comes from around the building and starts to run at us as fast as he can. Our original plan was to, if this happened, hold hands so we wouldn't get lost in the darkness of the town. Yeah, that didn't happen. It was every man for himself at this point, and once again, we sprinted for our lives back to the house, not daring to look back.
Upon entering the house, we tried, in between deep breaths and what we thought was shock, to tell the story of what happened. Suddenly, the man who chased us began to walk in the house. Andrew and I started yelling, "That's him!" We soon realized, that the man who had been chasing us this whole time, was Tom, my step dad. The whole family decided to play a prank on us. Thanks guys, my already morbid fear of the dark, and Patagonia for that matter, has just tripled in size.
We soon after went to sleep, four people to a room. Yeah, you know how that went. We all woke up around the same time, to something I never thought possible. It turns out that at around 3or 4 AM, Andrew had a horrible stomach ache, and basically killed the toilet. Tom was trying to take a shower, and when he turned it on, what came out, but the fecal matter that Andrew had so crudely released from his anus not 5 hours before. The day was off to a fantastic start. At this point, I didn't even care what happened. I completely averted the situation, and went to the kitchen for breakfast which consisted of both Lemon and Pecan bars. Maybe the day wouldn't suck. As I was eating, I checked my email, and found something strange. An email from another blog. I curiously clicked it open, and it revealed that I had been invited to write for another blog called www.blogforteens.com. They saw my work on here, liked it, and basically offered me a job. The way that it works, is that the more views I get, the more I get paid. I'm pretty excited to start contributing to this site, and when I start doing more posts, I'll be sure to post a link here for you to read, because hey, I want to get paid too, you know!
So, we ate, talked, fixed the shower, and we, being Tom, Jim, Andrew, and I, decided to go shooting in the desert. I hadn't been shooting in over a year, and I was pretty excited. But then again, I'm also sort of scared because of my left arm that is still in a cast. Whatever, it most likely won't go wrong. I'm not going to get into the details of the story, it's not super exciting, we didn't kill anyone. Or shoot something with a heart beat, but I did shoot what is known to be the most powerful handgun in the world. 44 Magnum! Clint Eastwood style. My hand only hurt for about 1/2 an hour afterwards, but I'm OK!
The rest of our stay in Patagonia consisted of a dreaded hour long walk through a trail. No fun. We walked home and drove back. One less granny, and a viewing of Spinal Tap later, I am now home, still breathing. Everything is starting to look up right now, and I'm happy. On another note, I'm starting a new script called A Certain Romance. Don't ask me to reveal anything about the plot, or anything about it. I'm still on the fence about if I'm going to release it when I'm done writing it, but look out for it. All I can say is, the title comes from a song by Arctic Monkeys, and there's a story behind that which I'm definitely not revealing! So, look out for it soon, I might release it, I probably won't, but hey, stranger things have happened.
If you made it to the end of this post of War and Peace proportions, I applaud you. Thanks for reading!
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