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ya it was my buddy Darren's birthday tonight
a couple of weeks ago, he was racing some other friends of mine home from a bar, and then a cop turned around and chased him cause he went through a stop sign on Southdale Rd.
now this road is CRAZY. it has humps like a fuckin camel. it's called roller coaster road cause you can get air on both hills and then a fucking S-curve after that.
Darren was going so fuckin fast, i forget how much but 100km/h around a fuckin sharp curve, his car jumped the curve or something... somehow managed to get out of the S-curve and floor it down Westdel Bourne and couldn't slow down for the next road, Oxford.
so he JUMPS the fuckin intersection, (usually so busy cause it's Oxford, the main road in London) and into a new subdivision theyre building, hits a curb and ends up in someones yard.
there's nobody that lives there, so a car being there is odd, but after running around freaking out they got back in the car and eventually got surrounded by cops.
Darren got his head smashed to the ground a couple of times from car window height. LeAnne, who was in shotgun was just laughing the entire time she was being interrogated, was talking on her cell phone about the stupid cops and shit while my friend Sawyer is telling he rto shutup and shit.
ya, so he got DUI, running stops signs, and evading police. maybe more, i duno.
but he sure as fuck can't go out for his birthday, drive, or be anywhere, especially licensed but his property after 9pm.
but ya, his place is awesome, his folks own a defunkt gravel pit that's awesome for fishing and camping and shit like that. you'll catch pike and bass and a bunch of shit...
when you're in Komoka and you've got a drinkin' quota...
ya'rll sluts!
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