When I was a senior in hs, me and my best friends would shoot down to TJ almost every Friday or Saturday night. We had our routine down like clockwork. Pre-game at home in L.A. and everybody would take turns driving one week. We also had a rule that if anybody got seperated for whatever reason, then we would meet back at the car at 530am on the U.S. side (we always parked in the same lot). This happened quite a bit of times where somebody would get seperated usually because they were hooking up, but at 530am they were always at the car and off we went back home.
Well on this particular night, I was not the one driving and I happened to be the one that got seperated. My friends left the initial club that we all went to, but I stayed behind because I was making out with some chick from SDSU the whole night. The club closed, but I was still trying my hardest to smash. Girl ended up leaving and I look down at my watch and it's 5 which was cutting it pretty close. I'm getting ready to get in a cab, but I reach for my wallet just to make sure that I have enough. It was nowhere to be found. Also, somehow I ended up losing my shirt as well and was only wearing a wife-beater.
I ended up having to walk back to the border. I got to the border right at 530, but there was a long ass line. I finally get through the line and it's aleady almost 645. I made b-line straight for the parking lot. I searched the lot, but the car and my friends were nowhere to be found. My cell phone was dead and I had absolutely no money on me. I hiked it to the McDonalds and had to beg for some change to make a call. I first called my friend that was driving. He answered and I asked them where they were. He said he was already by Disneyland. I tell him to turn his ass around and pick me up. He replied "can't do bro, gotta get the van back to my moms". I was livid, but I knew I had fucked up. With the last bit of change, I bit the bullet and called my step-dad.
I told him I was at the border and needed a ride. A couple of hours later after getting kicked out of the McDonalds for not ordering, my step-dad shows up. I hop in his truck and he slaps the shit out of me. The whole ride was silent and uncomfortable. Finally got home and told my mom that Rick (my step-dad) gave me a 209 slap right across the face. She didn't care...
