Last night I was driving home from a trip. The scenery was California-y (can you say, "hills"?), but I was excited because I was heading to see my Michigan friends. I saw a fast food restaurant at which I wanted to eat, but it was late at night so I was unsure if they were open. I pulled into the parking lot, and it seemed that their drive-thru was open, though the dine-in area was closed. I drove off and shortly thereafter realized I had forgotten to get food! I found a large parking lot in which to turn around, but I took the turnaround too quickly for the wet road and began to slide right toward a house. I had a feeling that I could control the slide, so I locked up my brakes and turned the steering wheel. I must not have controlled the slide properly, because I then found myself walking to my friends' house.

It began to rain, first lightly, then harder and harder. I was walking in front of closed shops through their parking areas. At one spot, in between the parking lots of two different shops, was a set of perhaps 6 steps. Each step was four or five times higher than your average step, so I had to climb down while water cascaded down the stairs, soaking me(perhaps this is a good time to mention that I climbed a waterfall on Sunday). Eventually, a girl pulled over and picked me up from beside the road. She asked where I was going, and I told her my friends lived nearby, and I could show her how to get there. I could not remember the road names, but I knew I could identify the proper turns when I saw them. Of COURSE I was unable to identify those proper turns, and I got us terribly lost.

All I knew was that we had to turn around, then turn right and head uphill until we reached Sunset Boulevard. She did not believe that I knew where I was going, but found an intersection in which to turn around in front of a house at which a party was taking place. I hopped out of the car so she could turn it around (doesn't make sense, I know) and found myself amongst the crowd of people leaving the party. Jimmy Grainger, whom I knew from high school, walked out, totally drunk, with three ugly girls helping him out to the car. He challenged me to a fight, and I decided to take him up on it. We squared off and I kicked him right between the legs.

The end.