Friday I didn’t do jack shite. Which was real nice for a change.
Saturday..First off let me say for the record I knew Saturday would not go as planned, I even mentioned New Lenox Jail to my friend Towlie. I started the night by hitting Commando’s and Torinos crib, I am always amazed by Commando, she always puts out a great spread for us bums. She’s like a den mother for our clutch of deviants. After pregaming a bit we head to a bar in New Lenox called Charlestons, yeah I know right not at JWH, or a bar in Tinley. Our friends band was playing up there, which we all have a good time with. It was a great time, of dancing and having fun. I was happy that the German, and OCD’s sister were getting to know each other better. Oh god the nerd came out of me too, they had Street Fighter 2…fuck Ryu is all I gotta say. Like I said things were going great, until. Talledega got hit in the head by someone. I heard something to do with someone hitting on someone wife, and Talledega tried to intervene, but got jacked in the head. I was in the back, all I heard was that Jackass and Talledega about to get into a fight, and they aren’t backing down. Boom…glasses come off…Time to go to work. So when I get up there, bouncers were holding everyone back, and the situation was either going to explode or not. I was out for blood, I really was. These little douchebags fucking with my friends. I snapped. I knew inside the bar was no place to fight, so I told those mother fuckers I’ll be waiting for them outside. I went outside, and waited for them. When they came out, I told them, “Hey motherfuckers, big tough guys, cheap shotting bitches, here I am. Come on, let’s go” Next thing I know bout 5 people are blocking my path, and OCD, and Commando trying to calm me down. I don’t know what I said, but I knew I wanted blood. I wanted them to know pain, and make them regret fucking with my friends. I felt like I let Talledega down for not being there in the first place, and I wanted to make them pay. To no avail, the whole New Lenox police force showed up, when the cop asked me if I was cool, I said I was, I really wasn’t.
I got yelled at by Commando, she goes, “River, Chris Cavelle, when I tell you to calm down, you calm down” I had to laugh at that. We went back to Torino’s and Commandos crib, starting eating up a storm. OCD fell on her ass, and she had Salsa all over the place. Jackass pulled her chair out as she went to sit down, OCD’s sister had a good time I guess, she was puking. Towelie is such a nice guy, he was worried about the Salsa he helped clean it up. Everyone went to bed, I wasn’t quite ready to retire yet. So I left, and kind of checked around Laraway for signs for those motherfuckers, drove by Charlestons again, got a little gas, rolled around Mcdonalds parking lot, I was debating going to Dendrinos, or Kickoffs to look for them, but doubted they would go that far for a late night bar. If I knew of a late night bar in the New Lenox area I would of went there for sure. So I went to bed, my thirst for blood unquenched.
Sunday – I went to see The Rite. Awesome fricking movie, scary not in a schlock gore fest, but psychological kind of way, best performance by Anthony Hopkins since Silence of the Lambs. Hell I think I’m going to see it again I loved it so much. Then I hit the bars for a couple of beers, and something to eat. It was nice, I enjoy talking to the bartenders that work on Sundays.