It was nighttime. Late. I was drunk and driving southeast of St. Joseph, around where Platte and Buchanan Counties meet. I was seeing double so I pulled over. I got into someone else's car, so when I was driving it, it was a stolen car. Next thing I know, I was in the car with a kid. He seemed older, but I'd later find out he was 16 year old. He left his car parked right in the middle of the road. I was scared he had ill intentions at first, but later I'd come to find he was harmless and liked to do drugs. When we got into a town, there were volunteer fire dept's practicing drills. We drove past one group carrying a hose to our left, then he drove underneath the hose of a second group and this worried me. The third group stopped him and told us it smelt like a garden in our car. It was a reference to the smell of weed. Eventually they just let us go and never ran our plates.
We got to Maryville eventually. When we arrived in town we were at some kind of auto shop. The kid now had a bunch of friends and two babies with him. When we got to my house in St. Joseph, my roommate M.C. told me I could borrow his car to take the kids home. I'd hoped my car was where it was parked. We realized next that we had to take the kids last because of car seats.
When we were on the first trip, there was a cute girl with us. We stopped at a restaurant, I believe A&G. When We were there, she ate some stir fry and it looked good so I asked her if I could have some of the carrots and onions. She said yes but thought it was weird. I woke up before we left the restaurant.
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