so, i get a voicemail on my phone at 5am from flea. "skroo's been picked up by costa mesa p.d. for dui..." there was more on my phone, but i just deleted it.

fuck. one of my tight friends getting picked up for drunk driving. part of me wants to scream that he should know better, yet i've gotten a ride home from him when i knew that perhaps it wasn't the safest thing to be doing. it's funny how one gets up on their high horse when things happen to people other than them. fuck. this'll be skroo's second offense in a month. less than two weeks ago some cop popped him for doing 80 in a 65. and the kicker above all of this, is that he has no insurance.

sometimes i just want to scream.