It was another late night. Or least it felt like it since I started drinking at 10 this morning. It was really only about nine. I was walking home from some chick's house and I had just faded back into consciousness as I stumbled down H. Street. As I made my way closer to Castle Apartments, I saw some kickass lights. I knew it had to have been the acid kicking in but man, was it cool. Best fuckin trip ever! And then I noticed the guy putting on the light show straight ahead, he kept on looking around, as if he was making sure no one saw him. That's weird though, because if I was him I would be damn proud.
Then I realized.
I realized that it wasn't just an acid trip or a light show, this fucker was torching Forever 21. But who was he? I slowed down to get a closer look at the guy. Oh shit, I recognized him. I quickened my pace, completely freaked. This trip was no longer fun, "I want to come down right now." But as I sped up, I wasn't paying attention to anything around me, now completely focused on getting the fuck out of there. But before I knew it I was on the ground. I ran into the trash can and made the loudest noise possible.
"Who's there?" He screamed out. "Who THE FUCK is there!" And then he saw me.
