I haven't really read this thread nor have I any idea about the fucking title BUT I will write this long and elaborate story for you...
Over a freshly opened Weihenstephaner Kristall Weissbier....
ALRIGHT
Basically me and Jeff ( a friend of mine ) were out and we went to see a movie. Now this movie was fucking intense, it was called The Thing. It was carpenters masterpiece if I remember correctly and it was a blast. Ole Kurt Russel and his pals fighting the evil asian overlords. Anyway we exit from the theatre and we're met by some punks, these punks where japanese punks and thought they were the fucking shit. We told them to fuck off and oddly they actually dissapeared into the night. Anyway we decided to go to a pub and have a few drinks. Jeff is like lets go get some ladies and take em back, Im like nah man lets party for a bit first you know. Haven't seen this guy in like 5 years and he already wants to run off. Im like alright lets party. As the night goes on Jeff dissapears and its just me on the street at midnight. These japanese punks come back and are like...so whitey, you gonna mouth off now? Im like what? Hes like thats it GET HIM. I fucking run for my life down main street and into an alley. I run towards the next major road and a crazed cab driver rocks up and yells GET IN!!. I follow orders like a good soldier and we speed off. Im sweating like a cunt and hes like, mate you were fcking close to being fucked. I couldnt believe my goddamn luck at this stage. This cabby turns to me and says hey, my name is Jimbo Dingo and im the boss man round here. If you want a pass from those jap punks you're gonna need my help and to get that help you'll have to work for me. I agree, Im out of a job and im in a new city. I need the work! . A week later im in the docks and Im cornered in a warehouse with all these punks after me. I quickly get out through the back door and steal a red convertible. Luckily there was a bottle of whiskey, a packet of smokes and a bag of mescaline microdots. An hour later im on the highway out of the city and im buzzing. The world around me is changing colour and form, the punks and the hell of the last 2 weeks has dissapeared, Jeff is a mere memory and im flying. Before I know it Im in the desert and alone. The sun is hot and im sweating like a pig. Drugs worn off, none left and no gas. I go walking out into the wilderness and eventually I find a cave. I spent the next month out in the desert spending my time eating peyote and drinking whatever water I could find. All while staring at the night sky. Pondering where this world had come from and why I was here.
After all
It doesn't really matter afterall.
LIVE ON!