army and police vs yuppies

*yawn*

Yesterday started out pretty normal. I sat around and worked, had a pretty good day, got some serious shit done, etc. Around 6pm, i’m done with work, i’ve ate and now i’m shaking from alcohol withdrawls, which isn’t really even worth writing about except that Levi calls and says about the same thing.

He meet up at the deli for pool and pabst. My pool playing starts out very very shitty, i’m talking Silverchair shitty. The more beer i drink, the better my game gets.  Around 9pm Rachel talks us into a drunk Target excursion so Levi can buy some clothes before he leaves for Iraqi again. We stop by the house to pick up Levi’s cell phone. While we are there, Levi sees my concealed weapons badge sitting on the coffee table and asks if i have a concealed weapon. I explain to him that one of the cops at Alex’s(cop bar) gave it to Ian a long time ago and i guess i stole it from Ian.

I strap the badge to my belt and we leave for target. Now you have to picture this. Levi isn’t too gothed out but i’m wearing baggy camo pants, a tight perfect circle t-shirt and doc martins with a concealed weapons badge, strutting through Target. It’s funny because it’s like 10pm and there are families with their kids just like “Hmmm i wonder what kind of cop that guy is”.

We go to the Full Moon Club next. Officer toad rolls deep into the bar. Now it’s even better. We grab a pool table and start playing again. There is a “jam band” playing that night so all of these guys in jeans with their collars popped start showing up. Lots of worn baseball caps. The place starts to fill up as the band plays. The yuppies and just about everyone there are very concerned about police toad. Finally someone approaches us and asks if we can play a few games of pool for beer.

Sgt toad takes his cue and the game begins. Now see what sucks is i’m a terrible pool player. I’ve had enough beer and the 2 warm rolling rocks i drank in the back of levi’s car on the way back from Target should have me at the top of my game. We lose.  We lose again.  One of the guys we’re playing finally asks me about the badge. I use my standard “i can’t really talk about it but i have to wear it” line. I really don’t remember much after that.

I woke up this morning with a weird pinching in my side. If officer toad goes out tonight he needs to take off the badge before he goes into his beer coma.