I was chilling on Thayer Street, which is the trendy business and bar area in the ritzy east side between Brown University and RI School of Design, where the college kids meet on the street for discreet narcotic treats (that rhymes), and hang out with us townies. Its on my way home from work, the Yuppie-Hippie WholeFoods Market, so i stopped to get a drink at the bar.. one thing led to another and I was halfway through one of my favorite treats, a bottle of Coke that has been watered down with a healthy amount of Captain Morgan, sitting on the steps of the closed bike shop. I met a girl who had the same birthday as me (albeit on a different, slightly later year) Since it was her birthday, i shared some of my spirits with her (as she had none of her own, legally).. there was a party at a house in the RISD residential section where some RISD kids had a whole house open to the public for only $2 a head and $4 if you wanted a cup for the keg. One of the girl's friends met an art student who lived there, a scary little asian kid with a mustache and doo rag.. i dont know what happened, but she ended up with her clothes ripped and then one of the other girls spat in his face.. we all began siding up for a brawl, when the kids whose house it was sent us outside.. but the scrawny kid followed us and was about to actually hit the girl who spit on him. At this point it was about 30 people in the middle of the street and three police cars came from different directions and blocked the intersection. Everyone scattered, but i consider that if i hadnt been standing on the part of the intersection without a cop car on the street leading away i would have been in some trouble.

I went back to Thayer Street and went to the hot dog place, which was closing and i sat in their dining sobering up hanging out with the kids who work there as they closed, and left at about 4 AM after sleeping a little bit on their chair.

I hopped in my car, a little concerned because my grandmother probably expected me home about 6 hours earlier. I was speeding north up route 7 when i noticed a police car chilling at the motel parking lot at the 295 exit. I was going about 80 miles an hour, in a 40 mph zone. I went past him pretty quick, but figured if i turned it might still turn out all right as he hadnt pulled out of the lot yet, if i turned quickly and got lost. I turned at what i thought was a side street, but turned out to be a church parking lot. He got there pretty quick. Two more police cars showed up. They noticed there was still half a bottle of rum under the book bag in my back seat. I had evaded pursuit. I didnt know the zip code of my new address because i just moved in with my grandmother a month ago. After looking at my license, he said that since it was my birthday he wouldnt do anything to me except cite my speeding, giving me a big ticket. And its a good thing he didnt search my car, because there was more bad stuff in it...

And before we get into commentary on what a bad person i am, nights like that one dont really sum up my personality. Ive just had a wierd couple months and want to go back to being a nerd again.

And the sprinkler system hissed at me. That part doesn't fit into my general ha-ha, though, so I thought about leaving it out, but then I thought, to hell with it, it's my birthday, isn't it? I can do what I want.

And who cares about age...I don't act my age...I doubt that I will. Screw being an adult, act what you feel like, do what you want to.