So I've been hanging out in this back alley downtown because I'm very, very bored with school. Yesterday started out like any other after-school-at-boarding-school afternoon - I went to play rehearsal for a half hour and then walked out, bored out of my mind, got my car, picked up my friends Harley and Hunter, and drove to where I knew my friends Sarah, Jon, Kenny, and Katie were "laying grout" and "polevaulting" (see: "we going to lay some grout later?" "my god, I need to do some polevaulting." we're so clever with our euphemisms for smoking).

Harley and I get this idea. This fantastic idea. I shut off my headlights and maneuver my way into the alley. Kenny and Katie hop up and begin walking "nonchalantly" when Harley rolls down the window and yells, "GET THE F*CK IN THE CAR, KENNY!" and Kenny's face was SO priceless, I can't even tell you. Anyway, it turns out that we interrupted Jon and Sarah doing "things," and so Jon was pissed off, and jumped on my car, and I was forced to hit the acceleration and then break really fast (this shooting him off the front of the car) because he was getting handprints all over my windshield, you understand.

That was part one of the journey. After stopping at McDonald's for a coke, we go back to the alley to find it deserted of all friends. Ho hum. So we hang out a few feet from the dumpster, and Hunter says, "You know, if the police show up, we could hide under the dumpster," and Harley and I laugh, because, pfft, like the police would ever check to see if there are any minors in the off-limits back alleys...

A car pulls up. We can't see the kind of car, but we hear it stop, and we hear the door open, and we see these heavy, army-boots reminiscent of a state trooper. Hunter dives under the dumpster. Harley follows. I'm left standing in the open in the off-limits alley. I dive under, too.

Well...a homeless-looking guy sticks his head around the dumpster after a few moments, says, "Sorry, sorry, I was just taking a leak," and Harley, Hunter, and I get up and mosey away, relieved out of our minds. After we're out of earshot, Hunter says, "I think he pissed in my hair," and we laugh for a good hour.

The end.

P.S. I think "Environ" would be a good album title. :D