After the seemingly everlasting anticipation of lunchtime, I arrived at my destination; the beginning of booze-fest. With friends by my side we made the first of many visits to our faithful companion, alcohol. The purchasing of a couple of 40's was good means of departure. While the rest of those foolish youngsters from school were spending their valuable lunch money on food, my associates and I were enjoying our tasty beverages.

With smiles and light heads, we returned to our now exciting school. We didn't last long. It appeared as though Mr. Beer’s good heartedness was too much to hold back. Due to our dull senses we tried sparking up a cigarette in class. The French teacher wasn't too fond of the idea. So with time to spare we decided to quench our thirst once more before last period.

Well, last period consisted of wandering around the school only to go to class to pass out. Which I must say was some good-needed rest for the adventures which lay ahead.

Once the school day ended, the night began! Continuing booze-fest, refusing to let reality make its hated return. After polishing off some sixers + the forties at school and also performing the appreciated styles of The Gravediggaz for some friends, we headed out for a night of wonder and laughs.

Stumbling to the party we paid yet another visit to our faithful companion. Now seeing as how we were the ones who were deeply under the influence you'd think we would be puking everywhere. But to all our amazement everyone who had not attended booze-fest got sick. The clock struck three and they were still vomiting next to one another we decided to leave. We grabbed what little alcohol was left and started the long bike ride home. A couple of hours later we discovered ourselves to be stuck in a ditch. We decided to camp there for the night. A good way to end booze-fest.