Just found photos of Steve Bridewells birthday. Our frined called us woried about steve beacuse he got kicked out of the bar and was found passed out in some bushes. He wasnt moving or talking at all and was sweating profusely. She was going to take care of him but luckly we got there first. We threw him over our shoulders and took him back to B street. We should have given him glass of water and set him up with nice place to sleep but... Steve P, Jeff, and I couldnt resist beating the shit out of him and watching him run into walls chasing after us. enjoi the pics- coots