Since my fans seem to like stories from my life I think I'll talk about spring break adventures. "Which one?" is the question. Here's a little story ya'll may not know. It was senior year of College. Me and 3 other people in my MIS classes decided to go on Spring Break together. We were all in the same group in multiple classes that year so we became fast friends. We would go have margaritas and study for all our finals together. There was Bryan the flamer, Kristine the Saudi Arabian, Chuck the bearded frat guy and me the nerd. So we all got up some money together and paid for a week at Padre Island. There were these student packages that you could get for like $250 that included hotel for the whole week and I think some free drinks and a t-shirt. Our first step was to get from Lubbock to Padre Island. That, in itself, was an adventure. We drove to Copperas Cove,Tx first to switch cars and get Bryan's Dads pickup. I am glad we did. It was during that time period when I started having panic attacks(or so I thought). As we started moving I started to have one. That freaked everyone out a little. It always felt like I was going to shisk so they were concerned and kept on asking me if we needed to pull over. It eventually passed and we kept on truckin. We figured we would spend the night near Austin and arrive at Padre the next day. As we were closing in on Austin it started to pour. Bryan who was one of those aggressive drivers liked to speed the whole way. Well, when it is raining it is not a good idea. At one point Christine needed to go to the bathroom so we spotted a rest area up ahead. The problem was that we were in the left lane and a Semi was in the right lane and we had to exit. So instead of waiting for the Semi to pass he speeds up and passes the semi as the truck heads down a hill towards the rest stop. Needless to say he lost all control and we started barrelling for a little brick building. You could hear the truck wheels squealing from miles away. It started to where we hit the curb and jumped over a medium. Then the mirrors smashed as they started hitting road signs. Then the truck jumped up a hill and landed on the side of a ledge Dukes of Hazzard style. I, as always, got into airplane crash position when the sign smashing started to happen. I was in the back seat and could see the whole thing happening in slow motion. The biggest problem was our terror was not over when the car stopped. At first we were all like, is everyone alright. Christine announces she doesn't have to go to the bathroom anymore and we all laugh. Unfortunately the truck did land on the edge of a little cliff about 10 feet high. We were actually teetering. That was when we were like, No one move. It was just like in the movies when you think the slightest movement will topple you over. We started yelling for help, hoping that someone would see us. Unfortunately no one did. So in the end the Bryan jumps out of the left side really quickly and was able to create a track so we could maneuver the truck off of the cliff. It worked and we gained our composure and noticed how the trucks grill which had big metal bars on them probably saved our lives as it smashed all the road signs. We were a bit shaken, but decided the best thing to do was to party so we got to a hotel and then went to Padre the next day. Padre was really fun. I learned all about alcohol that week. Apparently the big thing was the clubs never closed and you can walk down the beach holding a beer. There were parties all over the place. The hotels, the clubs and on the beach. MTV was there. At one time I was walking home from a club a 4 in the morning and gave Dweezil Zappa a light as we were all walking like drunken zombies. It was weird. The beach was cool as well. I think though Bryan started getting on everyone's nerves as he decided to really flame on. I mean, no guy in their right mind wears a thong that shows the franks, if you get my drift. It was like, yeah we know this guy, but it is not our fault. Apparently he was a good dancer because MTV was going to let him dance on their "spring break weekend" thing. And then he wore that thing and wondered why they didn't let him on the show. Anyway, the girls there were so hot and there was debauchery all around. It was fun to watch everyone. I think I slept during the day and partied at night. As we drove home we stopped at the cliff where it all happened during the day. That was when we realized we could've died. We got back to Lubbock a little wiser about life and ourselves. Last I heard Christine actually married a guy who owned chicken farm. Chuck married his college sweetheart and moved to Indiana, and Bryan is somewhere in Dallas probably dancing at gay bars. I never had the weirdo friends like I did when I was a senior in college. Does Anyone?

Thought of the Day
"Vern, why'd you bring a comb for, you don't have any hair!?"
"I brought the comb for you guys."
- Stand By Me