Last night was crazy to say the least. Bryan’s step-dad picked me up from my house and we were on our way to GR (Skelletones) but on the way John calls me. We agree to meet John at the McD’s in Rockford so he can take us to Skelletones.
Everything worked out perfectly.
We got to Skelletones and John got his car stuck in the back of the little garage, so we just left it there and went inside. We hung out for a long time, probably a couple hours I suppose, and then Johns mom called, so we had to go home. I got to know John better, it wasn’t so uncomfortable this time. He was really sweet.
We ended up going back to Bryans and listening to Animal Collective for a while while we were trying to get a hold of someone else to take us somewhere. Adam ended up being the only solution to our problem at 1:30 in the morning. We went to Denny’s and it sucked. After Denny’s we just went home and slept in until 11:30. And now I’m here.
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