Oh dude, my 16th birthday for sure.
At the time, I was thrown outta my house. This happened a few times when I was a kid. So my and my girlfriend at the time were kind of bouncing from place to place, spending what little money I had on beer and smokes, and basically living the vagabond life. The night BEFORE(we were never ones for patience) my 16th birthday we pooled together all of our cash, rented a hotel room, grabbed everything we'd need from the vendor across the street, and invited over a few friends over to tear some shit up. We had fun, and at 9 in the morning the next day we were out of there(trying to avoid any possibility of them seeing the room before we left).
Thus began the crappiest day of my life. We were smokeless, as the night before we had completely lost control of inhibitions we might of had about the next day. On top of this, the few guys who were still around from the night before were now all heading to their respective homes, a luxury me and her didnt have. So we bummed around, vainly looking for a bite to eat. Now, I'm not very keen on begging(In fact, I wont do it), and I'm also not about to steal anything either. But if your homeless, not begging, or stealing, you better be ready to accept a handout from a friend or two. I called a buddy of mine(who hadnt been there the night before) and told him how it was my birthday and he should put a sandwich in my stomach. He agreed to meet up with me, but I had apparently not stressed that I was hungry, and he brought booze with him instead of food. But who can blame him, it was my birthday after all.
So, the rest of the day is kind of like this. We get drunk, but me and the girl are both just wrecked from having no food in our stomach. We stumble around to a local park, and pass out laying in a field under the sun. When we woke up(headaches and all), the clouds had come in, but my friend was still there. we made our way over to a play structure down the block, one that had a roof on it. There, we rolled smokes, and sat around. It started raining at 1030 pm. Me and my friend went to go procure a sleeping bag just half an hour prior. Luckily, another friend of mine lived nearby, and while I couldnt sleep at his house(I could, its just the girl couldnt, so I didnt) he did throw a sleeping bag. The rest of the night was spent trying to keep that damn girl warm, something that proved difficult. At around 5 am, my friend showed up from his walk to 7/11 with a few donuts. apparently he had been sitting outside of the place rolling a cowboy before he walked back to where we were, when some guy threw a 5 dollar bill at him. He didnt bother to explain to the fella that he actually didnt even need it, instead buying something for me and the girl to eat. I think I make it sound a little more romantic than it was, cause bottom line is, that whole day sucked. I was cold, I was wet, and I shouldnt have dragged anyone with me. The next day I started being alot more proactive about getting back home.
