The Story of Dos Gringos

Last night Jason's truck was towed away. Along with every other car that was in the lot we parked in. The tow truck guy and the police were working together last night to make a hella lot of money off drunk twenty somethings, and it worked.

I was pissed. I didn't talk to Jason for half an hour while we walked to the tow truck place hoping it would be less than ten dollars to spring his truck. On our way we ran into his friend Moe who was hanging out with some girls he had just met. They were both from Cali, and when I told one of the girls I went to SUA, she told me her community college professor had worked there and called us a cult.

When we got to the tow truck place, the guy behind the barbed wire told us he would happily give us Jason's truck if we coughed up $140.

While Jason walked to the ATM, I stayed behind and kicked it with the these big ass Chollos who kept threatening to shoot the guy behind the barbed wire. At this point I just started laughing, especially since one of the guys peed on the fence and then they made the wait for the cars a dance party by bumping the music in the truck they had drove over in super loud.

I was laughing because if I didn't I was gonna cry...

Jason paid, I decided to forgive him for parking in a tow away zone, and we drove home happily ever after at 3 o' clock in the morning.