The wonder years

George and I take a trip to central Texas for some court date he had due to some speeding tickets he got while he was there last time he went up for court when we got pulled over on the last day of tour in San Marcos, hahah the odds of George huh? It all started out smooth, breakfast tacos and some good conversations in the car about life. Good jams and great weather.

Went to court. Met up with Mike Fury himself in New Braunfels. Made breakfast with some black girl that didn't know how to cook at Mike's. Saw some home recordings mike had from tour, laughed a lot when Chris Crudo came out crying and pounding his chest on stage while you can read his lips saying "I love you, ALL of you" haha. Met up with Zach and off to the bowling alley. Drank a pitcher of beer there at the bar inside the alley called "HOOPS" nothing but jokes about the bar and its name. "MEET ME AT FUCKING HOOPS"- George with a redneck accent.....

We took off to some pub,Chris and Rogelio show up, played pool and darts. I made three in a row right in the bulls eye ;). Drank a couple of pitchers of new castle and we took off bar hopping. somewhere In the process I drank vodka and when I consume vodka I tend to black out or get real drunk. Drunk decisions were made and off to San Marcos to the bar strip.

It was okay. A lot of white college frat fagots with shitty white girls. It was all a blur. I just remember drinking a lot of beer and playing Foosball at some bar, being fucking loud, George knocking over someones bike and the guy screaming "heyyyyyy" while George replies with a "well get it the fuck out of the street asshole" or something along the lines.
George was picking fights but nothing went down.
A load of illegal activities happened after the bars closed, lets just say I got a new jacket, a flash drive, and some shirts. For free.

Huge blur dew to the consumption of alcohol that went down.

BUT to get to the point. On the way back down we got off the highway somewhere in San Antonio to pump gas and Put air in the tires. I see two crust punk gals walking to the corner, Didn't think much of it. Filled another tire and what not. I turn around because they were closer and I notice its FUCKING SAMANTHA COOPER WITH DREAD LOCKS HAHAHAHAHAH begging for money on the corner with one of her fellow crusty friends. I tell George "OH SHIT MAN ITS FUCKING SAMANTHA COOPER" George replies with a "Sarah what? Do i know her?". I duck down to make sure she didn't see me, I ain't got change to spare to some fucking low life like her. So I'm wondering what in the world she was doing on the corner of some S.A. intersection asking for money for. She comes from a good family that has money. Whatever it is she was doing, she was there and I saw her and I wanted a fucking picture asap to show my buds back at home and for laughs.

we get in the car and I tell George the plan of driving around so we can end up next to her so I can get a picture of her retarded dreads he agrees and we laugh. Took us a while. As we are driving up and it turns green George thinking her name is Sarah after I told em her name was Samantha like ten times screams "Sarah" and SNAP:

I got my picture, we drive away laughing. As were driving away she's pointing at the car saying something like "what the fuck they just took a picture of me" if she only knew it was me. I'm the guy that threw her sandal to the roof of our middle school while she was getting beat up by two girls and I used to call her Samantha Cooper pooper scooper, she fucking hated me for a while.

Later on George tells me that while I was getting my camera ready and he lowered the window and the chick Sam was with was talking to her about how smelly the cock she sucked last night was. LOL What the fuck.

Long story short. In case any of you wonder about what happened to Samantha Cooper, She resides in S.A. Begs for money like any other rich crust punk idiot would and has the nastiest dreads I've ever seen.
The end.