Narrative Essay
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my boring childhood was like, and how my parents were always treating my little brothers better, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything like that, but I guess I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last week. First off, I had just finished my History class and was packing my goddam bags to get ready for lunch. I went down the stairs and waited in the lunch lines. There were at least five crazy bastards cutting in line, but I was too tired to give a damn. I trudged down to my usual sitting place and greeted Joe and Jhon. Joe was a psychotic Asian who thought he was a white kid, its …show more content…
And within a few minutes I get a call from Joe. He was having problems turning on his computer. "Duh, my computer is showing a blank screen," he said. I told the poor bastard to press the power button, but a guess he never found it. So, eventually I had go to his house and press it for him. Later we went and hung out with Bob because we had nothing better to do. Bob was a nice guy that didn't insist on or do crazy things like JOE. Anyway, we decided to go to his house and eat pizza. Then on Sunday, my parents were having some goddam party at my house and insisted that I stayed. I didn't really think that I would know anyone at the party, so I invited Bob over to just hang out. Joe couldn't come because he was driving to L.A. He said it was his first time driving on a crowded freeway, and I came to the conclusion that the roads will never be safe again with him driving. I mean, if he can't find out how to turn a computer on, chrissakes, how is he supposed to know how to put the keys into the ignition, or know how to brake, or be able to tell the difference between left and