Kevin gave me a heart attack (he decided to hide & jump out to scare me as I made my way outside of Pat’s house) so when he was int he rest room we left him at Patrick’s house where Patrick actually told me to lock him in. As Bryan backed up to pull out & follow Patrick we saw Kevin walking out confused, lovingly, we proceeded down the street following Patrick & in the mirror saw Kevin walking down the street. This is the funniest thing I witnessed all week next to a class mate being scolded at by a girl on campus for telling her she was pretty & then saying “just kidding.” I felt really bad when we were at the stop sign at the end of the street & Kevin was still walking towards us but he was getting smaller & smaller as we drove further away.
Anyway, we went back because Pat forgot something & he got into at’s car as if he could drive away without the key. When we arrived at OSH Kevin bought some tool that cuts wire because homie NEVER cuts his guitar strings, my goodness, he always almost blinds me when he has his guitar. Well as we waited outside for Pat & Bryan Kevin asked who had slapped him & everyone looked at me after I said that I did so he asked for my hand & I gave it to him where he put my pinky between his pliers or whatever they are called & was going to cut it off,
only reason I knew he wasn’t going to outside of because I knew he wasn;t freaking to was because he kept asking me;
“are you serious?”
Kevin is my daily, what the frick.
He also suggested over lunch that I move my gym to his. I probably should (that way I can use his treadmill & he’ll have to pay for the electricity bills not me.) After my ankle heals better I’m totally stealing his treadmill & using his punching bag for kick boxing so I can drop kick him back into Vietnam.
:)
By the way, it seems like my ankle is never going to be 100% again probably because instead of letting it heal I keep working out. This includes jump roping.
:D
