Finally life gives us a break, we finally get a good car (That is a major understatement), an actual chance to succeed at life and become millionaires and live the rest of our lives happily. The only thing left to do is finish the road trip while seeing the sights of course.

So after an hour of driving/rollercoasting (The Pagani goes REALLY fast) and we finally arrived at a hotel. Jackson got out and practically melted into a puddle. He was laying down on the floor face down while the valets were staring at him with a raised eyebrow. I got out of the car, a pair of shades donned and a stone cold expression. I took a quick glance and saw that the tires were STILL smoking.

Badass level: Nash Grace

I tossed the car keys at a pimply faced valet. He fumbled with it before managing to get a grip on it. He looked at me with an amazed expression and I gave him a nod. I let down the passenger’s seat while Jackson slowly stumbled to his feet. The two mares climbed out of the car. Not many people were around, so no biggie. The valets gave me weird looks though. I raised an eyebrow at them.

      “What? It’s my erh... Dog.” I said

I walked into the lobby with Jackson and the two mares. As I walked away, out of the corner of my eye I saw the valet reach his hand out and whisper: “Pinkie... Dashieeeeee...”

What is up with people these days?

I managed to get us a room and also convince the hotel to let Dash and Pinkie stay. Y’know, pets, hotels, rules, yea. The room we got was classy, not as classy or fancy as the Plaza, but I was okay with it. All that class was asking me nervous anyways.

I didn’t mind changing. My black wolf shirt was fine anyways (Picked it up in Thailand by the way) and my boot-fit jeans were still okay. Jackson didn’t mind changing either. His black and rainbow shirt was still fresh. Not sure how much he soiled his jeans though. He probably has a whole bucket of it in his pants.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie both jumped around the room. Actually, Pinkie was the one jumping. Dash just hovered around.

      “Say, where do you two go when we go to sleep?” Pinkie asked

      “Um... uh... I dunno.” Jackson asked

      “Whadya mean you don’t know?” RD asked

      “Goddammit Jackson. What he means to say is, we go out and have fun.”

      “Can we follow?” Dash asked

      “No.”

Dash pouted and made THE cutest face ever. I tried to look away but it wasn’t easy.

      “Pweaaaaaaase?”

      “No. Long answer? Hell no.”

Dash and Pinkie eventually gave up after realising that I had a heart of stone.

I sat crossed legged on the bed. Travis had a bag of gummy bears and another hand stroking Pinkie. Dash had snuggled up to me and had rested her head on my shoulder. I was flipping through the channels when I came across a rerun of my favorite movie of all time, Limitless. It was seriously kickass.

I watched the movie as the ponies slowly dozed off. Jackson had pulled out his laptop and was playing SCP: Containment Breach. Watching your best friend get scared to death was a lot more entertaining than I thought It would’ve been. Lawl.

Eventually, around the part where Bradley Cooper was dealing with the russian, Jackson had changed into a new pair of jeans and the two mares had fallen asleep. Me and Jackson got up. We were going to a theater nearby to see the legendary Russell Peters perform.

You heard me. Russell fucking Peters.

The theater was only a few blocks away so me and Jackson walked there. We had good seats, Jackson wasn’t sugar high (Surprisingly). We were just waiting for the show to start.

Eventually Russell Peters came out to clapping and cheering. Not excluding me and Jackson of course.

      “Alright, brown folks in the audience good to have you!” Russell said

Some cheering came up from the audience.

      “Good to have my people out here. Caucasian folks wherever you are don’t feel threatened we’re just in the theater right now, and afterwards we’ll open up a road tee stand in front of the hall so...”

Me and Travis chuckled along with the crowd.

      “Well good evening folks, good to be here, thanks for coming out. It’s good to have all these folks here, white folks “woo” eh?” He said while doing a pathetic fist pump

Some chuckles from the crowd and a light giggle from Jackson.

      “Tell you about myself, my name is Russell Peters and I’m East Indian. Thank you.”

Some applause from the audience.

      “So that day I got a call from the US army and They’re like: “Hey Russell, wanna entertain the troops?” and I’m like: “Sure, which ones?” They go: “The american troops.” I go: “Why not the canadian troops?” They say: “Well, ‘cause that guy is busy.”” Russell said

Laughter erupted once again from the audience.

      “I say: “Alright fine then. So what do I gotta do? Where am I gonna perform?” They go: “You’re gonna perform on the USS Eisenhower.” I ask: “What’s that?” They say: “It’s an aircraft carrier.” I go: “Cool where’s that part?” They go: “It’s not a part .It’s in the middle of the ocean.” And I go: “Oh. Okay.”” Russell said

Some more laughter.

      “So I ask: “But how am I getting there?” They say: “Go to the airport tomorrow morning and there’ll be a plane there to meet you and it will take you to the ship.” And I’m like: “Alright cool.”. So I get me and my crew together, and we head to the airport the next morning, and we see this big brown military plane in the middle of the airfield. And uh, you know when you see a situation, and you know that that is your situation, but you don’t want that to be your situation y’know?”

Me and Travis laughed alongside the crowd.

      “So I see the big aircraft, the military aircraft, and I’m acting like I don’t see it. I’m looking around like: “Where’s our plane? I don’t see anything that looks like an airplane to me.”. It’s like when somebody sets you up on a blind date with some fucked up looking chick. Right?”

      “So, I get used to the idea that This is the plane I gotta get on right, so I get on this military plane, now getting in a military plane is not like getting on a regular airplane. If you don’t like flying, don’t get on a fucking military plane. ‘Cause this shit is not for regular people. You know when you get on a regular airplane, you walk through a little tube, attached to the side of the plane, and you walk on, and the flight attendant greets you. But when you get on a military plane, you’re entering from the ass of the plane right? So, like the back of the plane goes “Woah” and you get in. So it’s like a reverse shit y’know? Instead you’re walking through.”

Even more laughter.

      “And you know on a regular plane when you sit down, if the plane’s flying this way-” Russell said while pointing at the North East direction. “-you face this way.” Russell said while again pointing in the same direction. “But on a military plane if the plane’s flying this way-” Russell said while pointing at the North East direction again. “-you face this way.” Russell said while pointing to his South West.

Some laughs.

      “Which is always better. Y’know, for shitting yourself.”

A huge burst of laughter. Jackson was in his seat laughing and I followed. If you wanna see the video or something, here you go: Lawl

Anyways, me and Jackson finished a great show and came out with our sides in stitches. My favorite part was when Russell was talking about how women were thinkers.Again, can be found here: Women are thinkers

So me and Travis go back to the hotel. We were tired, it was a great show, but that didn’t stop up from getting a little drink. I got a bottle and so did Jackson. After a couple of drinks, I passed out. I woke up when Jackson slapped me in the face.

      “Hey shithead wake up.” Jackson said

      “Oh hi.” I slurred

It was still night, so I probably slept for like 5 minutes.

      “If I gave you a bottle of beer first thing in the morning, would you be able to down it?” Jackson asked

I gave the thumbs up.

      “Oh.”

I ignored Travis and proceeded to climb into bed, desperate for sleep. Next Chapter: Abandoned Estimated time remaining: 11 Minutes