Spit, guess I'll go.
So back in high school I was going to this party at my friend's house. The house is huge, and it's in a real swank neighborhood. Six of us had been hanging out since we skipped out on school a few hours ago, but we had just been driving around smoking and meeting people, so we decided to go back to her house. On the way back these guys were talking to us at the gas station, and we find out that they have a grip of black and pills. They seemed cool enough, and this was back when I was a little wilder, so we bring them to the house to party. We all start in on the drugs. People start trickling up to the place, and these guys are keeping the original us supplied and seriously totally high.
Well, turns out these guys invited all kinds of random ass people, and suddenly there are like, forty year old creeps just walking through the door. My friend is freaking out by this time trying to keep the party secure, but it's no avail anyway. Then, out of nowhere, these tweakers broke out an enormous bag of ridiculous glass, so I go over and indulge for a few rounds. I'm pretty lost by this time.
We were drinking a lot, and for a while I don't remember anything.
Does anyone else immediately recognize everything when the shit goes down??
Well, I do. So when my friend who's throwing the party starts screaming, I remember that.
One of those guys with the heroin got stabbed by a tweaker.
This in turn started a huge fight between the tweakers and that guy's friends.
It moved outside. There was a pool stick involved, and lots of blood from everyone.
Now remember, this is in a really nice part of town, and I actually live in Utah, so everyone is already on guard. Needless to say, the fuzz arrived.
Everyone scattered, and my friend was truly ruined. She still isn't trusted, but we're all good with just us now anyway.
That was definitely a crazy party haha haha.
