One time, in Isla Vista...I drove up from Westwood to with some friends who drove up from San Diego to meet up with a buddy in IV.
We raged, I smoked mad bowls on the dge of the cliffs in truly paint by number sunset sky. Then we partied, plenty of girls and guys was a great time walking the streets. There was action EVERYWHERE. Garage bands raging out of garages witht he party in the street out front to aparments packed wall to wall in a scrum to get to the keg. Just when the music would fade from one garage band, you would here the music of the next band or party.
In the apartments the girls copped the feel in the corwds, lol.
Then, deep into the night, someone lit a couch on fire in the middle of the street. Then others, drunk as shit, starting hurdling it, and jumping over it.
When it was in full raging fire some dude tried jump it got his foot caught on the way up. He landed right in the middle of the couch.
No cameraphones then, but funny as fukk.
