dogRecently I went to a jam band concert out in Buffalo. I don't remember what day it was but if you ask me about it later I can tell you what day it was.
Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out. I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question. I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.
Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out. I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question. I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.
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