||[Apr. 3rd, 2009|04:55 pm]
|[||while shakin a little to the left to
|||||mickey avalon (awesome)||]|
i think i just want something because i can't have it.
i hate this shit.
what does it mean if you actively try not to be insane? don't crazy people not know that they are crazy? i feel like i'm a few bad days away from sleeping on a bench in the park and talking to squirrels.
CRAZY FUCKING SHIT:
last night i was at a friend's house with some other friends drinking beer and playing video games, when we noticed everyone was outside and there were cops everywhere. they held us at gunpoint and made us all lay face down in the wet grass in a line, and they handcuffed and searched the guys. there were 9 squad cars and 13 cops, and there were 6 of us. They had a k9 unit, they searched the house, and took all of our information down. (all this while pointing guns at us)
of course this was all a mistake. there was a report of an armed robbery nearby and they were told the robber came to the house we were at.