11:55 p.m. on 2002-03-13
Got milk?

Hear I am...midnite...drinking a 40 of Old English, reliving my high school days. Only two times did I ever sneak liquor into my room. My mom smelled it in her sleep the last time and came charging into my room. Needless to say, although it was three days before my legal b-day, the old broad didn't give a hoot. "You're going to daytop!" she yelled to which I responded, "Only if we can drop you off at Creedmore (Psychiatric center) first!" This was answered by milk being hurled at me. Nice matriarchial restraint at work there, momsie! I can honestly say that Old E is like drinking water filtered through a rusty nut, bolt and screw collection. Ok, I've rambled enough, back to Mr.40 oz.

in the slammer - up for parole