yesterday was brian's last day in denver.

zach ended up drinking. a lot.

he was being a pretty cute drunk until we got to casa bonita. then, things got weird. he kept licking my face, stole the silverware, and asked everyone to have a happy birthday. then, he started beating the table with his fist a lot because his food sucked. it wasn't good. the lakewood police escorted us (a bit forcefully) from the restaurant.

the, zach began drunk dialing all of my contacts. he almost called his mom, but i convinced him not to. he then exploded a pen on my seat. we parked by albertson's and tried to fix things up. zach said he was sorry, but went out to find more beer. luckily, i had his id. he was already way too fucked up.

after that, we met up with liz and drove brian to the greyhound station. zach got completely undressed except for his necklace, undies, and jammie bottoms and litterally leaped out of the car like a crazy gazelle he ran around the block, screaming for a lighter.

the denver police were right around the corner. he tried to run from them, which was not a good idea. they put him in handcuffs, threatened to search his ass for crack, and asked him what he was up to. he told them that he and his girlfriend were dropping off a friend. that was when i drove around the block to see why he wasn't coming back. the police followed me, put on their lights, and made liz and i step out of the car.

they asked us for our story, and then began to search my stuff, saying they would tow and sell smurph if they found anything illegal at all. one cop started going through my purse and announced "possession of psychedelics" as he removed the wooden mushroom charm karl made for me years ago. the evil cop got excited about that, but the guy searching my purse just laughed. he did the same with "possession of a fake id" for my johnny depp license. his joking helped me breathe.

then, he searched zach's stuff and found the stoner's stone, still half-packed with weed. the evil cop tried to break it. (shit! they took my favorite pipe!) luckily, they stopped searching and didn't find the ganja or the remaining smirnoff in the trunk.

the evil cop reminded me of my dad: he rattled off zach's criminal record, noted he was five years older (five and a half, douchebag.) and asked what i was doing with him.

that was when the cops let zach out of their squad car and undid the handcuffs (the 23rd time he's been cuffed). we left. fortunately, zach hasn't been smoking and has been staying at the homeless shelter, so with a clean ua, he should be able to convince his probation officer that it wasn't his pipe.

i have never before seen him so drunk, not even at the epic birthday party. i was really worried, as he was even more drunk than i was the night i couldn't walk home and ended up staying with a boy from spokane (ewwwwww) which was pretty much the worst night ever in terms of my actions vs. mental functioning. uuuugggh.

i'm pretty sure liz was pissed because she forcefully suggested zach and i stay in my car rather than with her, as was planned. i'm really sorry about that. it was a great night, though. i'm not too sore and the dream of marilyn manson in tacoma was quite humorous.

zach had a killer hangover today and has vowed not to drink again for quite a while. hopefully things will all work out.

and that was just last night. god, i need time to update my blog.

peace and love.