To many things...to to many things.

When i was 15 my friend had a b16 swapped crx,we all thought it was the fastest shit,and would be even faster at running thru ppl's yards..open header,in the middle of Northdale,popping vtec in yards...yea we had fun,came home,noticed Police circling the area,they came down my block,we ran and hid in my back yard,he felt the hood,which was very hot,bam busted,..Another carload of friends got there before the cops,so they are "Accompieing(sp?)" us...so theres about 7 of us,hiding in my backyard,we think we're off..you can see thru the 2 sliding glass doors at my old house,i see my mom move to the door,then i see the cops enter the kitchen..like dumbasses,we run.....One of my friends is on probation,my phone rings.."mom" on the id,FUCKKKKK. ...the probation guys takes off,and since then has been tagged "that that pussy niga right there shorty" ...Take the long walk home,now about 6 of us,turn the corner,three squad cars..the final walk..we get there,reads us rights,bla bla..gets our picture taken..we're off...scotch free ...way more stories,and better ones...i'll post them later.