There was an annual party this underground crew always throws in LA. Few phone calls later and a check point later, we were on our way. It was at some studio where looks like they make sets for movies. They had some great jazzy house going on in the small room upstairs where the house kats were getting our groove on.

*i'm the one on the right*

so anyways, we left at around 3:30 in the morning all sweaty, tired, and sore from dancing so much. I walk into the door and there was people passed out all over the house. Our house... WAS TRAAAAAAASHED. Drink spilled and vomit all over, glasses broken, total havok. Someone broke into my roommate and mine room and drank all the beer my roommate's cousin had stocked in there. Not to mention they made a total mess and even kicked over my other computer and bent up the case. Some guy they said passed out in our bathroom for hours, dropped my giant bottle of American Crew hair gel and I guess it mixed up pretty good with dirt so there's sticky black stuff ALL over the bathroom.

Top it all off, there was a giant stick in our living room! not a twig, this was like, half a tree. Like these goons went out of their way to be assholes and disrespect other people's home. Laaaaaaame.