Rowdy

People like to be rowdy. The rowdiness starts by walking through a drive thru according to me. I once asked a girl and she told me they were rejected. In high school my good friend’s younger brother, my partner in crime an Indo Fijian and I became rowdy through McDonald’s. The time was past 12am. We were in downtown Vancouver BC chilling by the English Bay Beach. Smoking weed. No munchies no worries. I became the driver. Inside my shotgun was my good friend’s younger brother. Chilling at the back was my crime partner. Honking from the back were cars. A white dude brought his head out of his car window and complimented us. “Hey nice car buddies”. We were completely serious while acting. The Filipino dude served us. All three of us bought a meal. Being successful at such was rowdy.