So Im sittin at home watching a movie after SNL, and my cell rings...it's friggin 3am and its one of my friends and his cousin. They are stuck down at Gwavaween (sp?)...he got his car towed and needs $170 cash to get it out. He got a ride to the towing place, so I just gotta show up there with the cash to help him out.

I live in the north tampa area, and up here it was as dry as Osama's cave. So I decide, what tha hell...since I gotta go the fuck down there 3 in the morning, I may as well make it a pleasurable trip...I grab my helmet and hop on my R6. I head down there on 75 to I-4, and as I get on I-4 to head toward ybor, its starts pouring.

I get down there and my buddy got into a big argument with the lady at the desk...she kicks him out and refuses to give him is car. We call TPD, and about and hour later (while my bike is sitting in the rain) he gets his car out. But he still had to pay the outrageous $170.

As I head home, it rains harder. As I get about 5 miles from my house it stops raining completely and is once again as dry as Osama's crib in the middle of July.

I fucking hate rain...with a passion.