Scott awoke, rolled over and immedietly lit a blunt, threw on some PJ's and headed to Isabella's Cafe for breakfast. To his surprise, the blind man was standing outside; not to his surprise, he was collecting donations. Scott threw a ten dollar bill into the bucket and began walking away when the blind man said "I'm human, but I was raised by elves." Scott, being the movie lover that he was, responded with "I'm human...raised by humans." "Remember what I told you Scott,
Wat will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." Scott was in such shock he decided to go home and lay down. He wasn't sure if the man was a angel or something, and he definetly wasn't sure what the quote meant.
It was Christmastime, so Scott was working (and partying) more than ever. Scott was in a good place (to him at least), his motto was to for live for
today, plan for tomorrow and party tonight.
As Scott was wrapping up his equipment for this Christmas party, Ralph, the guy who hired him for the gig walked up to him, reached in his pocket, and pulled out two tickets. Scott looked at him like he was crazy and said "What's this dude?"
"These are two tickets to a Ski Resort, I dont have any money cause I've been making it rain on these hoes all night, thanks to your music of course." Ralph replied. The music being referred to included dubstep versions of "You're a mean one Mr. Grinch" and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" Any other time Scott would demand money, but with his recent success, he decided to just take the tickets. Now the only question was who to invite.
Scott knew that any girl would be willing to go with him, but he wanted to take a different route, the next morning, he decided to give his friend/drug dealer Otto Vandersloot a call.
Otto answered the phone, "Hey, what's up man? Run out of weed already this time?", he said jokingly. "Oh yeah man, I just blew through an entire ounce single-handedly, its been a wild three days, I've pretty much been high ever since I left your apartment that day", Scott said laughing and obviously joking around as well. " "You know Scott, you're turning into one of my favorite customers.", Otto replied. "Nice dude, because you're definitely one of my favorite dealers", Scott said laughing, "Anyway, I called because I just scored a trip for two at this sick ski resort up in the mountains. The guy I was DJing for last night, didn't have any money so he just paid me by giving me his ski trip reservations, pretty sweet huh? You wanna come with?" "Yeah dude, that's awesome, I'm totally up for a little skiing. I'm surprised you're not bringing a lady friend instead though? What's up with that?", Otto asked. "To be honest with you, I'm just tired of hanging with bitches all the time, I need some bro time.", Scott explained. "Oh alright man, I gotcha. So when do we leave?", Otto said. "I'm about to grab a taxi and I'll be at your place in about 20 to pick you up. Just throw some warm clothes in a bag and you'll be good to go, the guy even rented skis for us.", Scott said enthusiastically. "Alright man, sounds like a plan, I'll see you in a bit."
The ski trip included binge drinking, weed smoking and pill popping. Scott and Otto got so fucked up that Otto cracked his ribs and had to get medical attention. That didn't stop Scott from partying though, he continued to drink as much as possible. Somehow, Scott ended up in his room, and woke up at about 7pm the next day with a bandage on his side, along with 12 stitches. He didn't know where Otto was, but there was no way Scott was getting out his bed. For once, Scott realized that he parties a little too hard. But only God knows what it'll take for Scott to make a real change.
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