Memories of My best friend (Who's now dead.)
Situation
My best friend
Aaron Bebak has stayed over at my house on a May night. I live down the street from
local loser Kyle Rosenbluth (15
girlfriends in
15 months). I used to get
catalogs that would sell army surplus junk and other cool stuff. They would also sell
illegal weapons
(For example: A picture, obviously of
brass knuckles with
spikes on them,
advertised as a "
paper weight" that cannot be sold in
Arkansas,
Massachusettes,
Minnesota, etc.)
We put on these full
camouflage suits we ordered along with
ski masks and
gloves...
Predicament
We sneak down the
block to Kyle's house
signaling eatchother every five yards or so even though it was a
Sunday morning and no one was outside (trying to keep it professional). We finally reach his house and we have the folling
equipment:
We take the machete and cut up the potato on his
front porch then spread some vegetable oil on his
doorknob and sidewalk in front of his house. Aaron threw the egg at the window but it didn't make any noise or mess, it just fell onto the grass. We wondered if anyone would notice what we did so we poured some more vegetable oil on his
lawn.
We then left;
mission complete.
The Escape
We ran back to my house trying not to laugh,
repeating the same
motions we made on the way over, but we saw a car coming our way. We realized it was too late and the car had seen us, but we
leaped into some
hedges near to us anyways and
peeked out. It was the "
Protection One"
van. Now this security guard man just saw two guys in full camo and ski masks with a machete jump into some
bushes at
5:30 am Sunday morning. His car was going about
2 mph while we
circled the hedge as he drove around us and left. It was the
hardest I ever
laughed with Aaron, and I'll
miss him.