Past three weeks in one post.
Hey, this is a long one, but totally worth it, so read it.
So it all started on Friday, two weeks before last,
School had ended and our music class had a test on Monday, and the buses were about to leave cause the teacher was taking too long to let the students into the music room to get our instruments, my friend John had to work and was about to miss his bus. Being nice, and knowing I had already missed my bus, I told John to go to his bus so he wouldn't be late for work, and that I would carry home his trombone for him.
(Note that his trombone case doesn't look like a normal one, it's got the characteristics of a rifle casing with BACH written on the side.)
Well anyways as I'm taking the huge walk home, I called his house to make sure somebody would be home so I could drop it off and there would actually be someone there to take it. As I'm on the phone with his mum, I started walking behind Cole Harbour Place, the local community centre, and I noticed an abnormal amount of people in the back of the parking lot, soon people started walking towards me.
Well naturally, being a skinny white boy in band isn't the best thing, so I got kinda worried, but then I heard sirens down the street, lots of them, and then I looked over and everybody in the parking lot was jumping into their cars and driving out of there as fast as they could.
I continued to walk out of the parking lot, and then crossed the street, as soon as I crossed the cops pulled a car over on the same side of the street as I was on, this blocked up traffic for a mile each way, at least. I couldn't go back across the street as there was a steady flow of cars coming and the lights were not changing.
I realized I would have to be on the same side as the cruisers if I was going to make it back to where his mum was expecting to pick me up.
I had heard from one of the people that was there as well, that a few guys had guns at this big fight in the parking lot, and as soon as he said that, the cops pulled the two guys out of the pulled over car and arrested them, that's when I thought "aw crap."
After about 15 minutes of standing there, and the two guys were in the back of the cop car, I decided to start walking. I managed to get past the first cruiser but then there were still 6-7 more to go...
One of the cops had recognized me from the parking lot and saw this huge case in my hand that looked like a weapons case, so of course, they told me to drop it and put my hands up, so they removed my backpack, checked it and its contents, and the case, and patted me down, and let me go free, it scared me senseless, but that gave me helluva story to tell.
Skipping ahead to last weeks Friday, to continue my bad luck, I had just finished the school day whereas I had double math periods, in which I had to write a test AND an in-class assignment. After school I went golfing with my dad and brother, and then on the fifth hole, my brother was hitting out of the rough, on a sidehill lie, at the bottom of the hill, while I was standing at the top of the hill, to his side.
He somehow hit the ball almost perfectly... sideways, the ball came and hit me on the side of my left knee, my dad thought my brother had hit a tree, and my dad was on the other side of the fairway, he looked back, I looked at him, and then I just fell to the ground. Seeing me fall, my dad BOOKED it back towards me, luckily, the marshall and his cart was right beside us, he came and picked me up and drove me back to the clubhouse, I started going into shock on the ride back, then from there I was rushed to hospital.
So anyways, after the shortest stay I've ever experienced in a hospital of only three hours, I managed to survive that one with only a huge bruise on my knee, and a noticeable limp.
I still have that bruise on my knee. Occasionally it will hurt but nothing major.
My advice to anybody who experiences great pain, to shout out "JESUS CHRIST" while wearing a cross, the instant it hurts the most, so basically when it happens, and muraculously, you will be fine.
Although, being hit by my brother with a golf ball just standing there is not as eleborate enough of a story as I'd like, so here's my pimped out version:
I was running across the fairway under a rain of gunfire to save a baby on the otherside, in the middle of the fairway a golfball hit my knee at mach one, I managed to crawl to the babies rescue and kill off the terrorist invaders.
Now that's a story if you ask me.
Now onto this week, the best week of my life.
Except it started on Saturday. I spent that entire day with Erica and Kathleen, and it was wicked fun, one of the best days I'd had in awhile.
From there, there was a dance on Wednesday, where I danced with Erica and had a helluva lot of fun, it was very awesome.
Then on Friday, myself, Kathleen, John, James, and Erica, were all hanging out at Kathleens, and we made a few insiders, which were hilarious, it was an amazing day, in which James and I ate half of the scrabble pieces. No joke. This was also an amazing day because Johnson got me a job, he is the fucking man.
And Saturday, the best day. I asked Erica out on Saturday, and got a yes, and John asked Kathleen, and got a yes, and it's awesome because Erica and Kathleen are best friends, and John and I are the same, so as Kathleen said, "it's like a circle", personally I think it is more square because four points and all, but you get the idea.
All I can say is that I've had the best week of my life, and that I've had some pretty eventful times in the month of September.
So it all started on Friday, two weeks before last,
School had ended and our music class had a test on Monday, and the buses were about to leave cause the teacher was taking too long to let the students into the music room to get our instruments, my friend John had to work and was about to miss his bus. Being nice, and knowing I had already missed my bus, I told John to go to his bus so he wouldn't be late for work, and that I would carry home his trombone for him.
(Note that his trombone case doesn't look like a normal one, it's got the characteristics of a rifle casing with BACH written on the side.)
Well anyways as I'm taking the huge walk home, I called his house to make sure somebody would be home so I could drop it off and there would actually be someone there to take it. As I'm on the phone with his mum, I started walking behind Cole Harbour Place, the local community centre, and I noticed an abnormal amount of people in the back of the parking lot, soon people started walking towards me.
Well naturally, being a skinny white boy in band isn't the best thing, so I got kinda worried, but then I heard sirens down the street, lots of them, and then I looked over and everybody in the parking lot was jumping into their cars and driving out of there as fast as they could.
I continued to walk out of the parking lot, and then crossed the street, as soon as I crossed the cops pulled a car over on the same side of the street as I was on, this blocked up traffic for a mile each way, at least. I couldn't go back across the street as there was a steady flow of cars coming and the lights were not changing.
I realized I would have to be on the same side as the cruisers if I was going to make it back to where his mum was expecting to pick me up.
I had heard from one of the people that was there as well, that a few guys had guns at this big fight in the parking lot, and as soon as he said that, the cops pulled the two guys out of the pulled over car and arrested them, that's when I thought "aw crap."
After about 15 minutes of standing there, and the two guys were in the back of the cop car, I decided to start walking. I managed to get past the first cruiser but then there were still 6-7 more to go...
One of the cops had recognized me from the parking lot and saw this huge case in my hand that looked like a weapons case, so of course, they told me to drop it and put my hands up, so they removed my backpack, checked it and its contents, and the case, and patted me down, and let me go free, it scared me senseless, but that gave me helluva story to tell.
Skipping ahead to last weeks Friday, to continue my bad luck, I had just finished the school day whereas I had double math periods, in which I had to write a test AND an in-class assignment. After school I went golfing with my dad and brother, and then on the fifth hole, my brother was hitting out of the rough, on a sidehill lie, at the bottom of the hill, while I was standing at the top of the hill, to his side.
He somehow hit the ball almost perfectly... sideways, the ball came and hit me on the side of my left knee, my dad thought my brother had hit a tree, and my dad was on the other side of the fairway, he looked back, I looked at him, and then I just fell to the ground. Seeing me fall, my dad BOOKED it back towards me, luckily, the marshall and his cart was right beside us, he came and picked me up and drove me back to the clubhouse, I started going into shock on the ride back, then from there I was rushed to hospital.
So anyways, after the shortest stay I've ever experienced in a hospital of only three hours, I managed to survive that one with only a huge bruise on my knee, and a noticeable limp.
I still have that bruise on my knee. Occasionally it will hurt but nothing major.
My advice to anybody who experiences great pain, to shout out "JESUS CHRIST" while wearing a cross, the instant it hurts the most, so basically when it happens, and muraculously, you will be fine.
Although, being hit by my brother with a golf ball just standing there is not as eleborate enough of a story as I'd like, so here's my pimped out version:
I was running across the fairway under a rain of gunfire to save a baby on the otherside, in the middle of the fairway a golfball hit my knee at mach one, I managed to crawl to the babies rescue and kill off the terrorist invaders.
Now that's a story if you ask me.
Now onto this week, the best week of my life.
Except it started on Saturday. I spent that entire day with Erica and Kathleen, and it was wicked fun, one of the best days I'd had in awhile.
From there, there was a dance on Wednesday, where I danced with Erica and had a helluva lot of fun, it was very awesome.
Then on Friday, myself, Kathleen, John, James, and Erica, were all hanging out at Kathleens, and we made a few insiders, which were hilarious, it was an amazing day, in which James and I ate half of the scrabble pieces. No joke. This was also an amazing day because Johnson got me a job, he is the fucking man.
And Saturday, the best day. I asked Erica out on Saturday, and got a yes, and John asked Kathleen, and got a yes, and it's awesome because Erica and Kathleen are best friends, and John and I are the same, so as Kathleen said, "it's like a circle", personally I think it is more square because four points and all, but you get the idea.
All I can say is that I've had the best week of my life, and that I've had some pretty eventful times in the month of September.
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