I Was Kidnapped

It was an interesting series of events, once I upped the last post directly at midnight. 

Becca texted me 20mins after that post. I didn't really think much until she called asking where my house is, in relation to the interstate. Haha. Initially, she was trying to find a pool to midnight swim in. 

(Might I add, the best place to find a pool and hot tub at night are in Jax Beach. And if not a hotel, just go to Hiatt Woods backyard. Haha, don't really do that. Though if you brought it to his attention, he might just compliment you on the idea.)

Hypothetically, when you're driving to a destination, and you realize SHIT I'm going the absolute wrong way... that would mean you're going towards my house. So back to the point... Becca's carload of four went the wrong way. 

...long story short...

By 1:30, I hopped a fence. Then proceeded to make rounds on a beast of a slide at my community pool, that I've never been to until this random occasion.

At 3:30, I found myself increasingly farther from my side of town, in search of a hot tub.

By 4, I was about 40mins from Fleming Island, in Becca's truck at a Krystal's, and eventually heading back home.

Subconsciously, I really need to tote my camera around more often.

But in conclusion, last night was kind of like Alpha Dog. Minus the sex, drugs, alcohol, and dying at the end. Haha

{Don't be naive to expect that you're night is officially over.}

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