We meet yet again swine, and the savagery continues. In fact, it keeps growing in strength every moment like an angry amoeba looking for some box to chomp. Just to fill y’all in, Killa “my dag flies better than yous” Kehoe, Julian the Ledgend, and Dave the Sav have been recruited to the Toeblock. So what did we do, we took a little field trip to Providence where Chase resides and many other great men. Its like driving to SF from SJ, that’s how close it is. We left yesterday, stayed there last night and just got back tonight, skating and such. Which brings me to one of the most epic stories I have ever been involved in. After a long day of biscuits, we all went to the local English Pub located in the little strip of Providence and got highly intoxicated. The crew was Eric and Dan (Providence) and of course the residents of the Toeblock. It was a pretty basic night until Julian and I stumbled across a golf cart pleasantly parked on the street. The keys were in the ignition and we could literally hear the cries of this lonely golf cart to come and take it for a spin. So now its three in the morning and I am driving this golf cart around the residential area. Julian and I were just taking a nice stroll, nothing wild, besides intoxicated in a stolen golf cart. But of course shit was inevitably going to hit the fan, and it proceeded to do so. We meet up with everybody back at Chases house, or like a block away and everyone piles into this golf cart. Julian is now driving, but not for long. Dan the MANiac, definitely a savage, pushes Julian out and takes off. Now its Corey and I in the front, Eric and Dave in the back. Immediately Dan starts driving like a mad man, swerving in and out of sidewalks furiously which resulted in Dave getting pitched out of the thing. With no time to think, we are running over trees and Dan asks were the beer is. I reply back at the car, and he screams “I’m going to the beer”. Right then I get ready to jump out, and my instinct was right on point for he flipped a bitch full throttle and flipped the golf cart. Everyone gets pitched out, no one gets hurt thankfully, and I think the golf cart has got to be out of commission. Mind you, its now like four in the morning, that shit was loud, so I take off on foot. They flip it back over and Corey is now driving, much more subtle, and I jump in the back. It was like a mini pick up truck golf cart. We go back to Chases Place, and some lady says she’s calling the cops, so Julian and Dan go to put the golf cart back where we found it. At this time everyone has got split up and its just A Crew, Corey and I in the car waiting for the rest of the crew. And what do we see? Eric and Dan, bikes in the back, mashing down the street in the golf cart. These are like main roads. Julian and Dave are MIA. Shortly Kehoe meets up, first statement is “you guys are fucking retards”, and again we see the little single light of the golf cart come into view, this time with Julian and Dave in the back equipped with a twelve pack of Coors. We follow them and they drive into a park. Following their disappearance in the park we are all like “where did they go?” Immediately we were answered with a loud crashing noise. We all run to investigate the sound’s origin and we find them stuck in a bush with the golf cart, Eric saying, “this isn’t what it seems”. I now find myself jumping into the golf cart and A Crew, Killa, and Cristos go back to Chases to call it a night. Now there is three of us in the back, drinking Coors and Eric and Dan in the front. Julian, Dave and I are basically facing backwards, and a cop rolls up behind us. All of us have beer in our hands, so Eric goes down this bus tunnel which was the original destination we decided upon, which was good for the cop was gaining on us. We were in a golf cart. We enter the tunnel and the cop goes around to catch us at the bottom, but we proceed to out smart him and just turn around. We go back to Eric’s. At this point its like five in the morning, booze is flowing, and the level of intoxication is far beyond any measurement of idiocy. We decide to try and accomplish the tunnel goal once again. We don’t even get a block away when a park ranger lurking around the park rolls up on us with a bike. “Why the hell did you steal the golf cawt?” he asked and we inform him “cause we were drunk”. He says that is something he would have done in his younger years and we tell him we are Celtics fans. Cops come and the dude tells them we were returning the golf cart and that we are Celtics fans. Apparently, two dudes and three chicks stole it off of a downtown gay pride parade and we stole it from them. Who would of known. The golf cart is completely fucked, but the guy still says it is in good condition, and then the cops thank us for helping them solve the missing golf cart crisis. Supposedly people were looking for the thing for like three hours, and we as good citizens helped them locate it. In the end everything worked out, the golf cart made it home, the cops got what they wanted and somehow no one got arrested. Then today we shredded the many hills of Providence. That’s all I got for ya friends for I am growing delirious and must catch some rest. Remember, if you get pulled over in New England with an out of state license, just say you love the Celtics. Until next time, sween…….