So Thursday night, my friend was supposed to meet me at North Gate Mall so he could give me some money and so we could go over business ideas. I bussed it from Cary to Durham and, since I'm out of cash, walked from Morgan Street to North Gate (approx. 2 miles).My friend didn't end up being there. I am currently without cell phone service, so I wait three hours for the mall to close and borrow somebody's cell phone to call him. As luck would have it, his Pay-As-You-Go phone is out of minutes.I have no idea where he lives and no idea what to do. So I walk around the mall perimeter until security kindly asks me to leave. Then I walk around Durham, until I find myself at Duke campus. I traverse around there for a little bit. It starts raining.I head back to Morgan Street where there is a Marriott and hang out until they kick me out. Heading back towards the mall, I steal someone's newspaper. I finally settle in at a bus stop until the Biscuitville opens. I hang out there for two hours and then go to the mall where I hang out with old people for 2 hours and then I finally run into him.It was awesome. At the time, I was cussing out God a lot, but I'm glad I went through it. My mom would be happy too. Growing up with her we lived on welfare, and my mom never thought I was appreciative of the "blessings" we received from the government.Anyways.I wanna hear your stories!
12/22/2007 5:38:16 AM
you suck.end of story.
12/22/2007 5:43:44 AM
That's not an adventure. That's a brutally honest and simplistic analysis of my Thursday night. Bastard.
12/22/2007 5:58:04 AM
I have adventures, but I lack the ability to tell stories in an interesting manner.i suck.end of story.
12/22/2007 6:14:28 AM
any story that involves welfare is badalso i would not go into a business venture with anyone who has a prepaid cell phone
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