Fucking Stanford...
My buddy Kintu goes there and the fucker lied to us. We took him to psymbolic5 but he needed a ride home which was "30 minutes south of SF".
I'm frying ballz in the backseat of a car which for some reason doesn't seem to stop. I finally am coherent enough to realize that fucker made us drive, and get lost in Stanford. at the time, i was sooo confused.
I have probably seen you but i meet so many people, i don't remember who you specifically are.
Approach me next time.