Ring-Ring. “No phone. Sleep now.”
Ring-RING. “No. I’m sleeping!”
“WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!” I screamed into the phone.
(Enter Amy: My super hyper bubbly female friend on the other end)
Good morning, sunshine! The day is nearly half over. You need to wake up! I come bearing good
“Uhhh, ‘half-over’, really? It’s 7am and I’ve never seen you before noon. I seem to remember you
missing every one of Gordon’s morning classes.”
“Sooo, Grumpy! Why you gotta’ bring up old shit. It’s not my fault you’re a nerd and actually liked
going to school.”
“It’s this early and you’re giving me a hard time. Fine, sweetie, what’s up?
“Lutzka is havin’ a party tonight, it’s gonna be a rager! You neeedd to comeee!”
(For those unaware, Greg Lutzka is one of the best skaters in the world, and a close friend. Lutzka,
Decenzo, and Sheckler, are all part of my OC fam’, and these fools are straight WINNING! Contests,
video parts, you name it, they got it on lock.)
“Damn, didn’t we just have a rager there?” I said, snapping back from memories of the foam machine
from the last party.
“Yeah, but this is his new spot! It’s the Power Plant, and Dj Dax is spinning, Hoops is spinning and
Andy Lutzka is playing guitar! Gonna be aamazing!”
“The last one wasn’t amazing? We got cases of Blackstar beer free and Oakley gear. You seemed fine
double fisting in ur stunna’ shades” I laughed.
“Okay, that was sick, but we only raged, this one is gonna be outta control!” she said.
“Damn, it’s gonna be that dope huh?” I asked.
“Yup, and you need a break from L.A. I don’t even know why you stay in there, when it’s so sick in the
OC. All your boys are here, and we have the hottest girls, beaches, everything.” she said
“Ummm, because I like being in a city with a little ethnic diversity. It’s like having a cloak of invisibility
to keep me safe when I need it.” I laughed.
“Whhatt!! It’s hella safe down here!”
“Yesss, but that’s ‘coz you get a pass down there and I get mine up here.” I replied. “Down there I
gotta’ watch out for bored cops spotting their first wild brother!” I laughed.
“God, you are SUCH a handful! Are you forgetting the last time the cops came to stop our party, they
ended up skating the mini-ramp with us?!” she laughed.
“Ok, that’s true. You might be on to something there,” I laughed.
“So, are you coming or not?” she asked
“Are Brianna, Bianca, Amber, Catlinn, Tara and the rest of the Karate Kid entourage going to be
there?” I asked.
“Yep, but you have NO game, big bro, so it shouldn’t matter!” she replied.
“Damn. Hella-harsh, sis” I moaned.
“Hella True.” she giggled.
“You know, every time I wake up from partying down there, my organs hurt like they were harvested
by a drug cartel.” I whined.
“HA. If I got your crappy organs, I’d come back with knives out, too.” she laughed. “So are you
“Sounds good. I’ll bring my camera.” I said
“You’d better.” she giggled.
The good times are killing me.