The rest of the night consisted of drugs and drinking.
Lets just say the night ended with me puking all over myself, and everywhere in my car. And I called my mom because I needed help. I'm a bad kid.
So now. . . my punishment is 11 o'clock curfew weekdays. And 1:30 on weekends.
Oh, and Ricky LaSalle's a fucking slob. And he's not aloud over mi casa anymore. Sicksick.