abandoned building

So I was out celebrating my last weekend drinking until the holidays last night. I went into the city, stopped at a few bars, McSorley's, the cayote ugly bar-got a few body shots. I was waiting for a path with my buddy who was rolling around and puking off the platform. I woke up and he was gone and it was like 2:30 am. I had to wait another half hour for a path and then I was stuck in Hoboken. I walked on Washington street and I was just cancelled. I found a building and broke a few planks free. I went inside, put my money in my shoes and tied them real tight and bedded down. The fucking building was right on the Hudson. I woke up in the morning and took a train back home.

Nice. I've got a few stories which may include burning a couch with gasoline in a back yard, chasing a jeep with posts we ripped out out a fence w/ nails sticking out to try to defend ourselves (biggerstronger may remember that one), flipping cars off highways on accident or on purpose, out-running police on foot, and maybe a felony arrest or two. Sometimes drinking and me don't mix.

Hey jay, what about the time we accidently set that car on fire?

Shit, on Arnold? Yeah, I remember.