Fri night lights

Well the wake was ok. I saw some people that I had not seen in 16 years. I was ok until I got to the casket. The a sense of mortality hit me like a ton of bricks. The last time I has seen Sandy (my friends mom) was 16 years ago. Not she was in the box. The make up thick. Hands resting in almost unatural positions. --- I felt so bad for the family. We hugged and smoked outside. Then I had to pick up my friend to take hime home. I was tired and in a weird mental funk from the wake. Picked up some smokes and a diet coke for myself. When we got to his place we went to a Mexican joint with his cousin. Good food many laughs. I can almost always count on them to make me feel better or at least I can make myself feel better by throwing shit their way. As a trade mark ass hole move I would often roll down the passenger window and yell "NIce ass " to attractive women in hope that they would look at the passenger and flick him off. My own friend did this to his then wife ... long story. So last night I was pulling up to the girls in the street . I rolled down the window. Mike in the back seat starts yelling Crane crane do it do it yea ... Tom in the from is srticken with terror and basicly feigns death in the from seat. Flops down next to me as to avoid being seen. I almost pissed myself . I was laughing so hard I could not yell. We drove off all laughing so hard . Ha . Ilovethose guys. Goons every one of them.