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Post by JASON ALEXANDER BURKE on Jun 13, 2009 19:04:34 GMT -5
Life didn't get much better then standing on the corner of some random street smoking a joint. That was for sure. It was like the cherry on top of the stripper cake, just made things ten time better. He'd just peaced from some bullshit party, things had been boring around the city lately, and even though there was every possible form of entertainment in good ol' NY. He was tired of it.
There had to be more to life then smoking, drinking, and hanging with chicks to blow the day away. There had to be.
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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jun 13, 2009 19:21:24 GMT -5
Dash was taking it easy that day, he was into things a lot worse than the odd joint but he tried to do his best to keep Jason out of his coke addiction and just blazed when he was around, either that or he made sure to get his fix before he saw his best friend.
"Whats with the long face fucker?" Dash said looking through slightly squinty eyes at Jay. He seemed like he had something on his mind and a little lost in his thought and if you asked Dash, it was making him kind of boring. It didn't take a lot to make Dash think that though, he was like a kid with ADD, he needed to be doing something at all times and just being on the corner of some road just smoking a joint was far too chill for his liking. "And why the hell are you so quiet?" he grumbled with another puff of his joint.
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Post by JASON ALEXANDER BURKE on Jun 13, 2009 19:30:55 GMT -5
Jay shrugged, "I don't know, pecker, it's just, what the fuck are we doing still standing here man? Let's go fucking do something!" Jason suggested, taking one last drag before letting it fall from his fingertips where he then ground it out with his shoe. Cops in this city didn't do shit, a couple of joint smoking punk didn't mean shit to them. There were bigger fish to fry.
It wasn't like he wasn't having a blast, but there was so much more to do. "Let's book it to some fucking place, yeh?" He suggested, patting his friend on the back. He could use some drinks or some shit, or fuck that. They could go rile up some trouble...trouble was what they were best at, of course.
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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jun 13, 2009 20:53:13 GMT -5
Dash laughed and shook his head a little "Well, yeah." he said as if that were the most obvious thing, it kind of was the most obvious thing though, standing on a street corner wasn't all that fun. "Strip club?" he said taking the last took from his joint before he followed suit and threw his joint on the floor and stubbed it out under his foot.
"Otherwise, I dont have a fucking clue what we can do, theres no way I'm going back into that fucking party." he grumbled. There was nothing worse that a bunch of wanna bee people trying to be cool and that was all he had seen in that party.
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Post by JASON ALEXANDER BURKE on Jun 14, 2009 12:47:42 GMT -5
Jason thought, strip club? It was all pretty much the same scene, maybe they should go pick a fight and book it, cause some trouble. Nahhh, Jason would fall over something and they'd get their ass kicked. It'd be fun, but painful. "Fucking strip club it is." He said with a nod, stepping over to the cross walk. Oh fuck waiting, they didn't wait for anyone, people waited on them.
"I didn't know a party in New York could blow so bad man." He said, shaking his head and shoving his hands in his pocket. "Like the fucking dregs." He added. "Alright, let's make this night interesting."
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Post by --- Dash McKenzie Richards on Jun 21, 2009 14:04:29 GMT -5
Dash walked across the road without even bothering to look, cars had breaks, they could stop and the likelyhood of being hit was slim to none in the city, it wasn't like there was ever a chance to go fast enough that you wouldn't be able to stop before you saw him and Jason. "I never knew a fuckin' night could be so shit." he slouched his hands into his pockets and he reach the otherside of the road.
Dash laughed a little when Jason said about making things interesting. That usually meant Dash throwing punches, not that he needed to be asked to do that, it didn't take a lot to piss him off enough to get rowdy, if he was drunk he could start a while bar fight just from someone knocking into him as they walked by.
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