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FIRECAKE
#194011544Tuesday, July 19, 2016 4:12 AM GMT

lmao if my account gets deleted i think i'll just quit
FIRECAKE
#194012874Tuesday, July 19, 2016 4:35 AM GMT

alright enough politics for me, starting on this story now
FIRECAKE
#194014175Tuesday, July 19, 2016 5:00 AM GMT

another blocked post. gonna do this in parts as well. PART 1 so to quickly recap events, the girl who hosted the after party for our shows turned into a pretty heavy user. mostly pot and alcohol, but a buddy of mine occasionally bought some more trippy stuff (kava, acid, addy, etc) that he would proceed to drink/drop/take in the middle of school with some trusted advisers. she was one of them, on occasion. before you ask no i have not done acid or addy, although... #sweek. moving on, i mentioned before that she was semi involved in the production crew but not really. what this means was i designed the lights for the show, ~2 hour runtime that was like 30 manhours put in by me. because i was also performing, her job was to sit up in the booth and just make sure nothing f###ed up because the lights ran automatically. so that was her involvement. she was friends with a few other performers, so she more or less weaseled her way into the group outings during practices and stuff like that. if i'm coming off a bit pissed it's because i was at the time, she didn't really do anything and we were all here putting in serious work. we're cool now, though. now our band was mainly made up of juniors and sophomores for this year's production because we just went through a dynasty year of last year's seniors who ran the show for basically all 4 years they were in school. there was one senior this year who was pretty decent, though, and he played bass. he became what we called the "grandfather" of the group because he was older than us by at least a year, most of us 2. now this dude was not popular, and not really "cool" either. don't get me wrong, i love the guy and i think he's cool, but nobody in his grade really paid any attention to him. he wasn't exactly a looker, either. for some reason or other the bassist and the girl started dating. i got no clue why or how it started, total mismatch. opposites attract, i guess. they ended up going to prom together and spending most of the summer as a couple. lasted a few months, which is way longer than i originally thought. it all came crashing down in that summer, though.
FIRECAKE
#194014411Tuesday, July 19, 2016 5:04 AM GMT

PART 2 as i said i was not directly involved in these precedings, but i was a pretty close observer since the whole friend group was pretty tight. heard through one of our guitarists a vague idea of what went down, eventually filled some plot holes with the help of the girl later on. essentially, our bassist friend absolutely poured his heart out to this girl's parents in a letter. stuff NONE of us knew about him, really nobody knew except maybe his shrink and his own parents. i forget how exactly they received the letter, but i believe it was handwritten or at least delivered by hand/in the mail. his backstory unfolded as follows (sheds light on his motivations): at first, it was stuff we knew. his parents were separated (we knew that). his dad was not around (we knew that. never saw the man as long as i knew/have known the bassist, never heard him talk much about him either).
FIRECAKE
#194014469Tuesday, July 19, 2016 5:05 AM GMT

PART 3 quickly he transitioned into some really gritty details that nobody could have really imagined. his parents split up because of his dad and mom's substance abuse habits. dad had it the worst, apparently on some really hard sh##. i'm talking coke, h##oin, you name it. where it really starts to get f###ed is when the bassist reveals that he had started to pick up a habit of his own and dealt with addiction when he was in middle school and as an underclassman. that was what really f###ed me up. ended the letter with a plea to this girl and her parents to get her to stop. obviously they broke up after this because she got her ass handed to her. phone taken, grounded for eternity (at the time), every punishment ever. didn't see her until shows rolled around the next year.
FIRECAKE
#194014503Tuesday, July 19, 2016 5:05 AM GMT

PART 4 afterword: after some brief depression and confusion between the both of them, he moved on and they don't talk anymore. i only hit him up once in a while now, which is normal for the college kids i still talk to. the bassist went on to a local maryland college and is partying as hard as ever. i heard from some closer friends that he is currently drinking a lot, and hopefully he does not relapse. the girl is now one of the hardest partiers at our school. i assume her parents look the other way and have stopped caring since the letter. she often says that she's fairly confident that her brother is a pot kingpin.
FIRECAKE
#194090344Wednesday, July 20, 2016 3:25 AM GMT

tonight's story: a trip to NYC with the school orchestra subtitle: how we crashed 3 buses 4 times in 2 days and almost missed our entire performance
CheeseyMacral
#194152182Wednesday, July 20, 2016 10:55 PM GMT

sounds riveting Iᴛ ᴀɪɴᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ Cʜᴇᴇsᴇʏ.
FIRECAKE
#194152355Wednesday, July 20, 2016 10:57 PM GMT

o i forgot to write that one if you are still interested i can or if youre telling me to go f### myself i could do that as well
vikingsfan397
#194152408Wednesday, July 20, 2016 10:58 PM GMT

tell it
FIRECAKE
#194339676Saturday, July 23, 2016 5:23 AM GMT

alright i'm just gonna stick it up now and that will probably be the last one i tell
FIRECAKE
#194341473Saturday, July 23, 2016 5:57 AM GMT

PART 1 as some of you know i play cello in my school's orchestra; every year we take a band trip and compete. in my tenure we have gone to Orlando, Williamsburg, and last year... NYC. now these trips are always a good time. most of the kids are non-users, but occasionally there are some rotten apples who get in and make it lit. when we went to Orlando there were some of these guys. they were partying HARD the day before we went to disney, and that morning, as we're entering the park, one of the dudes straight wonks out and falls into the bushes next to the gate. i didnt see it with my own two eyes but from what i heard he was walking in and just faceplants into some thorns, classic. anyway, the trips were usually uneventful. the exception was our NYC trip, which was just stupidly crazy. we left in the early hours of a thursday in march and a short 5 hours later, we were exploring the streets of lower manhattan. we were supposed to stay with our chaperones but trying to do that in NYC is a dumpster fire and i didn't want to be stuck on a street corner for 3 hours waiting for somebody to regroup. i still dont know why more wasnt made of this but i took a buddy of mine and we literally just turned a corner when our chaperone wasn't looking and went to guitar center for the rest of the day. met back up with the group when it was time to get dinner and that was that. so that's an indicator that NOBODY cared about ANYTHING that was happening on this trip. i'm pretty sure a dude who we were rooming with (good friend, known him a couple years) went off to tap some ass later on. anyway, the real story happened later on that first night. we were staying in a hotel on the east side of long island (god knows why), so it was about an hour drive from manhattan. i can never sleep on these coach buses, so i was awake for this whole ordeal and i have the video to prove it. around 10pm we pull over on the side of the highway. most of the kids are asleep, but me and a third, unmentioned buddy are still awake talking. as a program, we took 3 buses with us to NYC. each could fit 50 kids i believe and our equipment was underneath, so this was high value cargo. after about 15 mins of just sitting there on the side of the road, i go up to the front and ask the chaperones if they know what's going on. one says that one of the buses is stuck under an overpass so we are waiting to get rerouted. i dont think there was any bad damage to the bus, probably just some paint scratches off the top. this is a completely true story... our buses were too tall for the overpasses on this highway. we were stuck out there for a long ass time didn't get moving again until 11pm with a presumably different route that avoided overpasses. in the meantime many of our friends woke up and we were relaying information to kids on other buses. it was at this time that we learned of a second accident, a much more severe accident. they were driving through a shady part of long island and somehow went through a construction zone. a piece of plywood/scaffolding flew through their window when the driver made a turn that was too tight. glass went everywhere, miraculously nobody was injured (or killed...). there were a couple girls in that window seat though, and apparently they freaked the f### out and took a while to calm down. around 11:15 we were rolling along again on the highway, taking various exits trying to get away from the overpasses. i will never forget the feeling of "WTF is happening right now" when we pulled over for a second time and could see through the front window... a f###ing overpass. this time we were seriously deadlocked, there was no easy exit. we had to get a police escort to shut down a couple lanes so that we could back up a mile to the last exit we took and get back on the regular street. our bus driver then managed to get separated from the pack around 12 midnight. texting friends we learned that they had all pulled into the hotel at 12:15, so now here we are d###ing around in the middle of new york. it was beginning to set in that this just wasn't going to be a good trip, as we had now spent 3 hours on a drive that should've taken an hour and a half tops. our bus was the last to pull in to the hotel parking lot around 1am. protocol is typically you wait until they give you your room card, which is presumably ready when you get to the hotel. somehow, despite being 5 hours behind check-in time, they still didn't have keys for us. i went up to the front and just basically said, "i'm getting off... just let me unpack the luggage, i'm getting off this bus." they let me off and a few other dudes went to pull people's luggage off. my room was actually one of the lucky ones who got our keys pretty quickly. i got handed the keys, found my guys, dished out the cards, "4th floor... room 440... nice, a view." we're heading to the elevators making fun of all of our friends who were stuck waiting in the lobby for their rooms, things are starting to look up. press the elevator button, there's one waiting right there for us, everybody piles in and we're just joking around at this point, things are really starting to turn around. i go to press the elevator button and... the elevators only go up to floor 3. what. the. f###. that moment was the culmination of my frustration on that night. we walked up 4 flights of stairs and were greeted in the 4th floor lobby by... 2 functioning elevators. WHAT??? i still dont know why that first elevator didn't go to floors 4+, but at this point it was like 1:30 and we all just passed out from exhaustion. wake up call was 5:30 the next morning, but we had to get up early because nobody showered the night before and a couple of the roomies wanted to hit the gym. so running on 3 and a half hours of sleep, we were then loaded onto the buses again and drove back into the city to play at a performing arts high school for our competition. a merciful god would have let our troubles end there, but no, we were not spared. as we were driving through the streets of NYC, our bus jolted suddenly. enough to knock some people into the front of their seats, luckily none of us were standing in the aisle for a rap battle or else we would've had some serious injuries. turns out we had just crashed into... another one of our own buses. these coach buses are f###ing huge, you can't miss them, the fact that our bus driver was dumb enough to hit it in the first place is just astounding. after sorting out the accident, which took a half hour or so pulled over in a random church parking lot, we ran into some heavy traffic. 3 hours later we arrive at the performing arts school... 2 hours after we were supposed to perform. they allowed us to compete still but we missed lunch and were at the school for like 5 hours longer than we were supposed to be. that is the last thing of note that i can remember other than eventually getting caught ditching my chaperone later on in the trip, but it's a story that lives in infamy among our music program and damn am i glad to be a part of it.
FIRECAKE
#194341499Saturday, July 23, 2016 5:58 AM GMT

actually that's not part 1 thats the whole thing i was just assuming it would get blocked lol enjoy
vikingsfan397
#194341917Saturday, July 23, 2016 6:07 AM GMT

quite strange but ive had buses break down on EACH of the 2 trips i went on
FIRECAKE
#194342009Saturday, July 23, 2016 6:09 AM GMT

thankfully we didn't have any mechanical issues... just idiot drivers there is a pretty legendary story at our school about a kid getting lost at sea for 2 days while on a band trip to the beach but i dont know enough about it to say if its legit or not
FIRECAKE
#227901661Thursday, November 23, 2017 9:39 PM GMT

bro looking back these stories ain't s### a couple weekends ago i went to ##### #### for like 3 hours, ended up at the frat house, had some more ###### snorted caffeine ###### ### ##### went to applebees, fought in a boxing match, dipped ######## fought in another boxing match, carried my roommate back to our place on the other side of campus (he dropped and shattered his phone in the process), ended up ## ### ############ ##### where my ex also happened to be staying, passed out around 4am, got up the next day and walked back to our dorm at like 8 in the morning
lnplodedalt
#227922218Friday, November 24, 2017 7:14 AM GMT

oh

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