Okay, we do some truly asinine things around our small town. We've caused a lot of trouble that's definitely worthy of being posted here. Also it's just cool to keep people informed so that's what this is about. You'd better love us for such incriminating evidence.

Thursday December 9, 1999.

We were sitting behind Main Street Gas downtown, chatting, some of us rather riled up and prepared to fight. It was one of those "everyone sucks and someone's going to pay for it" days. Well, shortly after our arrival some small children, probably 11 or 12 years old, tops, came into the picture and decided to hang out on our bad side. They started off by pelting rocks like many of us did in the past, no problems-yet. We laughed and made fun of them because we're angst-filled teenagers and we can get away with it. They proceeded to taunt us and of course we egged them on. One of the two mistakenly hit Jesse's car. That's not a healthy mistake.

Four of the six of us hopped into the car and took off after them. They ran and hid. We broke off into pairs of angst-filled teenagers, making us a bit weaker, I assume. My ever insane friend Jeff and I took off and we ended up walking into an odd scene. To our left, Geyer and Chris (Chris is a nutty little punk boy) were walking toward us. To our right, Jesse and Tim were walking toward us. But in the distance was about 15 Vato looking guys were standing around a small wall. Seated on the wall was those same two little terrors. So, I was of course the only girl, as usual, and decided to take matters into my own hands. I left those friends of mine on the road and walked up to the group. They didn't say or do anything except one stood in my way. I pushed him OUT of my way and proceeded to sit down next to the monster children. I scared an apology out of them and left. That was sadly the excitement of that day.

--Asinine Poser