The Death of the White Van 2


since i am WAY to lazy to retype this, i am going to copy past it from when i told dylan just now.

y2christ: gay

Auto response from x jhorsley3 x: jhorsley3.com ~ im not here, go look

x jhorsley3 x: boy howdy do i have a story for you
y2christ: okay
y2christ: well then
x jhorsley3 x: hold on, gotta take out trashg
x jhorsley3 x: ok
x jhorsley3 x: you ready?
y2christ: yeah
y2christ: i deleted 2 off your aim names
x jhorsley3 x: brace yourself
x jhorsley3 x: asshole
y2christ: i figured i didnt need four on here
x jhorsley3 x: anyways
x jhorsley3 x: ok
x jhorsley3 x: we had a con in portland
y2christ: ok
y2christ: yes
x jhorsley3 x: went down saturday, stayed in vancouver, did the show today
x jhorsley3 x: it was great
x jhorsley3 x: made a lot of money, and i got some really cool shit for m
x jhorsley3 x: me
x jhorsley3 x: on the way home
x jhorsley3 x: i hear these loud gunshot sounds
x jhorsley3 x: its out van
x jhorsley3 x: we are backfiring
x jhorsley3 x: kim yells at me on our wakie talkies(they are in the yellow can behind us) telling me we are on fire and sparking
y2christ: haha
x jhorsley3 x: well
x jhorsley3 x: we stopped
x jhorsley3 x: mainly cause then engine blew
x jhorsley3 x: made some funny noises, then did that whole not working anymore thing
y2christ: better and better
x jhorsley3 x: so i look under the van, which is GLOWING
x jhorsley3 x: GLOWING LIKE A SWORD FRESH FROM THE DIRE
x jhorsley3 x: erm
x jhorsley3 x: *FIRE
x jhorsley3 x: the ENTIRE exhaust line from engine to asshole of the van is that oragne/white metal hot colour
x jhorsley3 x: GLOWING LIKE THE DICKENS
y2christ: hmmmmm
y2christ: so you almost died?
x jhorsley3 x: you know that colour your exhauyst gets right before you car catches on fire and blows the fuck up
x jhorsley3 x: yeah, pretty much
x jhorsley3 x: in a firiery explosion
x jhorsley3 x: it would have been an amazing site
x jhorsley3 x: but alas, i beat death
x jhorsley3 x: TAKE THAT YOU WHORE
y2christ: so do you have a new respect for life
x jhorsley3 x: not really
x jhorsley3 x: anyways
x jhorsley3 x: there is more
x jhorsley3 x: ok
x jhorsley3 x: so we hadnt really eaten at all today
x jhorsley3 x: so, i run a mile up the free way and off an off ramp to a gas station
x jhorsley3 x: buy 4 1 liter sodas, 4 sandwiches, and 4 candy bars, and run a mile back to the vans just in time for the toe truck drivers
x jhorsley3 x: (it was a little under a mile)
y2christ: so youre fast?
x jhorsley3 x: when im thirsty/hungry
x jhorsley3 x: but not really, jsut determined
y2christ: well
y2christ: i changed my costume in coh
x jhorsley3 x: how quant
x jhorsley3 x: well
x jhorsley3 x: also
y2christ: and spent a bunch more money on my snake
x jhorsley3 x: running down 1-5 in the dark, in all black, is really really fucking scary
y2christ: and dumb!
y2christ: should have taken off your shirt
y2christ: to reveal the white white flesh
y2christ: youre gonna be sore
x jhorsley3 x: haha, yes i am
x jhorsley3 x: not like i wasnt working all day at a convention too

i almost died, how fun

oh yes, when i got home, there was a msg on my answering machine from Ashley, leaving me her new cell # and telling me she got kicked out of her parents. what a strange day
j


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