Couch Bandits

Continued from last post

Fireplace Chat:
I'm really happy with all the responses. I never thought anyone would actually read this stuff, but seems like people are including my cousin sara, robert (1/5th of the hep) and my team contributor to the cast blog mark (check links). So anyway, i am really really relly busy, but because there actually is an audience now, hahahahaha, i got this part done before work.

Story
1:00am: I think the night has finished; I always do the first moments my feet make motion in the direction of home, but this night was different. This was the first night 920 #2 was in full motion on the way home. All three roommates, heavier from fermentation and grains, on a mission to get home. After walking four blocks, we passed 9th and noticed something that wouldn’t usually catch any of our eyes. Two beautiful couches lay on the porch of the house at the corner of 9th. You may not realize this, but as of now, our couch situation is a bit scares. Thee are three roommates, and tons of people dropping by to watch the game on our decently sized screen. We only have one couch, and it’s a love seat- the thing fits two people, leaving many others uncomfortable in Nick’s old wooden chair. What our problem comes down to is we need a couch, we need to be comfortable, we needed those two beautiful couches laying gracefully in front of our eyes, we needed their to be a moment when reality failed to consist of rules, we needed to be. Our mission has just changed.
In an act of semi-drunken desperation, Nick and Tyler grabbed one of the couches and proceeded to walk down the street. Not the best idea, since it would be at least a full mile before we got home. Luckily, they realized this early, and dropped that shit onto the sidewalk. I was with them all the way. I knew at that moment I desired either be the one who stole a couch and walked over a mile to get home with it, or got arrested for one of the most ill thought out drunken schemes in my history of activities.
Try as we little, we couldn’t move the couch any further. But once you’ve got the taste of couch you can’t rinse it out. It lingers there for hours, like a vampire and its blood thirst. Almost every step home, someone mentioned the word couch in connection with stealing. And after not so careful deliberation we decided we were going to walk to Rio-Chico, steal a couch and carry it all the way home. Rio-Chico seemed like the best bet, even though the walk from there was still 15 minutes till our apartment, it was the safest way home with a couch on our backs. A five-second walk to the train tracks and we were already in-cognito. From there it would be smooth sailing.
On the way to destiny two drunken plastics crossed our paths. I asked one of them if she was a giraffe. Not that she was tall, I just wanted to convey that I knew she has, will or may have had the property of giraffedom. One of them said “You can’t have this.” To which Tyler replied “Can’t have no giraffe babies.” By then they had vanished into downtown to eat some leaves in high up places or something. Didn’t change our focus. Our minds became locked into the thought of owning a couch in such a ridiculous way. We walked to Rio, we found the perfect couch, and we scoped out the situation only to find people inside. It was still only 1:30, upon checking my cell phone I realized that I could still make a beer run. The celebration ale we had at the pre party and wine had been cashed for days. Therefore, in the present situation, principle two caused one and three. Such standards we live by usually happen in bunches, and were always quick to notice.

2:30am:

This is where you learn about how I became a premeditated couch stealer.

More to Come!!!!!!