Thank God It’s the Weekend. Humor me with your stories. What was one of the craziest weekends you ever had? What are you going to be doing this weekend? If some of you don’t know how to contact me, go to jpay.com and type in my name and inmate number (#284812) Woo me. Enchant me. Tell me a good story about a weekend. Or, a night on the weekend. I’ll go first.
July 2014, I was working in a factory and finding stability in my life. So, why not break up the monotony? I purchased a ticket to Mad Decent Block Party in Nashville without a clue how I was going to get there. I had just gotten paid, had a bag of grass, and mushrooms, and a 150 cc scooter. Yes, I had every intention of taking a 3 hour interstate ride from Louisville to Nashville and turning it into a 5 hour, backroad, scooter extravaganza. Fortunately, a co-worker of mine broke the bike a day before I was suppose to go. A sign? Not for this trooper. I needed to get there and get back within the same 24 hours. (Couldn’t afford a hotel and… I went alone) So, I blew 150 dollars on an immediate Grayhound ticket and set sail. Have any of your take the Greyhound before? The worlds classiest people use this transportation. It’s usually a wild ride.
I arrived at the terminal and hiked the serveral miles to where the party was JUMPIN! Much to my dismay, I stood in line for 2 hours waiting to enter only to turn around because a K-9 unit was patroling the entrance. I got out of line, ate ALL of the mushrooms, and hid the Mary Jane. The concert, however, was great. I saw Big Gigantic, Riff Raff, Major Lazor, and numerous others. At night fall, Zedds Dead was in full swing until a man got up on stage and told everyone to run for the hills, a storm was coming. Being the shroom induced attendee that I was, noticed the other drug induced people, because we all started running and screaming our heads off. It was mayhem. I hid underneath a bypass and met some cool folks. We waited out the rain and went our seperate ways. The shrooms got heavier and heavier until I was scowering down town Nashville like a zombie. Scared to death to go into a bar with normal people, I roamed around for the next 4 hours wissing in the bushes and chasing shadow people. I had a 5 a.m. rendezvous at the bus terminal. They packed us into that bus like sardines which made for a HORRIBLE come down. Depressing times right there. But, I’d do it all over again if I could. =)
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