I can summarize my last two to the three weeks with one word.
Drunk
Running down the street cheering at cop cars was only a warm up, to the "legendary" 18th birthday.
My 18th birthday was composed of weird dark beer that I was ordered to slam, in which I obviously accepted the challenge. These events turned into a game of circle of death, in which after every turn I told everyone
"I gotta go to my triple-A meeting after this!"
Not soon after did I realize that triple-A was a battery, not a meeting. So then in correcting myself I would stand up and say
"Hello my name is Jason Holland and Im an alcoholic, thank you thank you"
Im sure all of you know that I was at a frat house for my 18th birthday, I know you knew so I shouldn't have to tell you. A frat house where I ran into a kid from my English class, while I was in RARE form. As people were being kicked out, and I just kept screaming "ITS MY BIRTHDAY", so I was CLEARLY given a pass. Soon after I was asked if I wanted to join the frat, and my quote-unquote response was:
"Um............no"
Oh, I also accidentally stole a Skull Candy bottle opener from a person playing the violin on the balcony.
Keepin' it classy.
