So my ancient elementary school used to hold this big event where you went out and played bingo for cash prizes and such, and it used to practically be a tradition for me and my friends to go. We'd get the table right at the front, buy a shitload of cards and play until they shut everything down and sent us home. We would spend so much money on junkfood and pop and we annoyed everyone around us terribly. It was like the tradition we did, every year we went and hung out.

So the bingo was held almost a week ago, and what did we do? Since it's gotten quite pathetic since the new staff has joined that school, it's not really the same, and honestly the young children just really annoy me now. The principal looks like he's an overly religious person and talks like he swallowed a whole jar of honey. So what did my friends and I do?

We all walked over to one of my friend's house (Sidenote, he told us to come over when his parents left to go to that bingo. *They're all guys I should add* and they have this little thing where they put on hocket helmets with the metal mask overtop, put on their hockey gloves, and then beat the living shit out of each other. He didn't exactly want them to be upstairs when all that was going on, so he just suggested we wait.) Me and two of my friends met up and just wandered around, since we saw that his parents cars were still there. We know his parents, nice people. A little overbearing, but still. So we walked around the blocks all around to wait, and three blocks, one pair of soaking shoes, and one fall into the mud and having to go get a change of pants later, we gave up and decided to go in.

And we find the others laughing at us in the basement, calling us fucking idiots for not just walking inside when we were more than welcome to come inside. That led to two people getting the shit beat out of them. Which led to three cuts from a ruler (yeah. Us children who practically live beside the ghetto get creative) a bruising welt from a dish cloth, me being tackled and choked, and someone nearly getting stabbed because they ran by the genius making smoething to eat. On the brighter side we did eat a bunch of junkfood and had a bunch of pop and probably annoyed the neighbors.

Yeah. Years later nothing much has changed.