It was a normal Friday morning, getting up around 10:00 or so, except someone had set my alarm clock to go off at 10:00. That right there, kind of pissed me off because I was having a really good dream. I usually never have good dreams; the dreams usually consist of me getting the shit kicked out of me, or some really bad tragedy where I lose my family. But there is nothing that I can do about this, so I got up and had some cereal. While I was eating breakfast, the phone rang. Michael, Travis, Stefan, Donald, Josh and Brad were making the yearly “Camp Bruton” camping trip. They were already at the campsite thinking that I was already there, since I didn’t meat any of them at the store at 9:00. Damn-It I knew I had to do something today, but I couldn’t figure out what it was, well I told Michael that I would be up there in about an hour, because I still needed to go to the store and pick up some supplies. That means I have to haul some massive balls just to get up there on time. So I jumped into the shower real fast and left my house in less then 10 minutes (that is like a record for me getting ready).
So I ran to the store where I saw my dad, I asked him; “what the hell are you doing in town?” All pops said was; “I had a doctor appointment, and I was buying something for lunch.” Well I told him about going camping and how I was really late, so he let me borrow his radar detector. Now I am in business I left town with exactly 30 minutes to get up there. That means I have to make an hour trip in half the time. Its cool I know some short cuts, which will cut a whole bunch of time.
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As I was speeding down one of the short cuts, I smelt smoke, it smelt like “weed,” so I followed the smell because the smoke was dense enough to get high off of inhaling the smoke. The smoke was coming from this little cabin, there were police cars parked out in front, this really confused me because I didn’t hear anyone shouting, and all I heard were people laughing very loudly. I crept my way to the back of the house to see if I could see in the house, when I got to the back of the house I dropped the cigarette in my mouth out of amusement….
I saw something that I wouldn’t of thought I would see, a blue-suit with a “J” in his mouth picking this field with about 500-700 plants. Immediately I called Travis’ cell phone to get the guys over here, because I knew I was going to need some back up with a video camera. I know other drugs were inside of the house, so I just walked in the house, not thinking anything of it one of the cops spotted me going inside. I saw some pretty incredible things in there. The whole house looked like an undercover outlook over the whole Morrow County, and all of the wanted suspects. On the other hand, the whole house was filled with smoke, and on the table was a mirror with a blade, a tutor, and a pedto. With white powder on the mirror still, I went and tasted the powder. Only to find out that the substance on the mirror was dope, “crank”. By this time I was already hitting the bong that was sitting by the computer. I didn’t realize this until someone with a high-pitched voice told me to put his bong down! I jumped and almost laughed at the little girls voice. Only to my amazement, it was a big burly man. A couple of seconds later, the whole room was full with stoned sweaty cops. The cops consisted of: town cops, county Mounties, and about ten state policemen. They all seemed pretty cool that I was there, even though I had caught them harvesting their plants and I didn’t even get into the other rooms. Just as the head cop (which was a county cop) started asking the others what they should do to me, the guys who were at the camp showed up.
This Is A Descriptive Essay About My House
Upon entering my house, you notice the mismatched brown and blue plaid couches under bare walls. A huge television blocks the only window in the room, with an old scratched coffee table groaning under a weeks worth of mail. Guacamole colored shag carpet over powers the cheap Asian rug trying to smother it. The blue and brown couches are as comfortable as reclining on bales of straw covered with ...
This is when all hell broke loose. The cops then started talking in another language, it sounded like Vietnamese. All of the cops split up and started getting out heavy ammunition, kind of like they were going into a big war. I got scared and ran outside to my awaiting friends. I told them that we better get the hell out of the area or we are going to get killed. Brad then looked me in the eyes and said “this is judgment day, either we have to stand and fight, or we can get let those damn monkeys run everything. This is the day that we fight for freedom against all authority and against all that seems sane.” Just that moment fire broke out, the first person to get hit was Stefan, he was hit right in the shoulder. He just went back to the truck and pulled out the bombs, he then strapped them to his chest and ran to the house. It blew up a mile high, but there were little midgets coming from all directions. I didn’t know what was going on, so I grabbed what seemed like two handguns, but were two mack 10’s. I went to the line where if you crossed you were risking your life, and caught this little man. Michael then runs to me and says “hop off his head to see if it bleeds.” Brad ran through everyone like he was fighting a medieval battle with a long sword and chopped his head off. The only thing that came out was purple bloody ooze. Just as soon as brad did that, I woke up to my alarm clock beeping at 10:00 a.m. Friday morning.
