My Venture

12:00 "Hey, you all go to sleep and don't go outside tonight"

"Okay mom, we will stay here, trust us!" "Goodnight"

3:15 "Hey lets go to waffle house," says James Toohey

"Good Idea"

The Venture would be 3.5 country miles and the venturers are few but strong, But the first leg of the journey is sneaking up the stairs and past my two very viscious boxer dogs. With that done it was a straight shot to the fine eating establishment, the midnight craving paradise; incorrect! 2 Miles of winding, pitch black, haunted country road and about a mile and a half of highway stand as knights between us and our castle. Every step had to be prompted with a thorough scan for pot holes, flaming hobos, and man eating wolves, because i do live in the country; this is a feat not easily accomplished when not entirely with ones wits. After 20 minutes of trudging along through the darkness we stopped our spongebob squarepants theme song carol to yield for a much more intimidating noise. was it our immediate death? no just the next closest thing, a drunken college student returning from his big night out at Spearmint Rhino; we only avoided death by all diving off the side of the road into a very uncomfortable ditch; oh yeah, and I fractured my arm like 5 hours before this but I dont believe in going to the Hospital so it was just kinda still in semi-immense pain. This went on for a while. We reached our second checkpoint at the intersection of Athens Boonesborro road and Athens walnut hill pike. We take a left and avoid cops, cars, and more drunken horny college students for 30 minutes, all of it worth it when thoes gold and black letters rise over the horizon. Check point Three, The aroma of syrup, oil, and pride wash over us as we push through the portal to waffle house. After recieving our free prizes because of less then emaculate service, we prepare to start our tretcherous journey, again. About a mile out, what do you know, I left my jacket in the restaurant; something easily retrieved with about 2 miles of sprinting, oh and true friends dont wait for you to get back before heading on. Luckily I can run a mile in under 5:30 when full of fear based adrinaline and the fine elixer called hashbrowns. Long story short-the walk back was longer and about as scary as the walk there and i get grounded the next morning cuz one of my loser siblings tattled on us. I blamed it on James Toohey, who finally payed me the $2 he owed my like 6 months later.

THE END

P.S this is like the worst story ive ever written, but believe me it was scarier then it sounds.

P.S.S I regret nothing