So shut up and self medicate, popping pills like its the coolest thing(it's the in thing to do)
Take two at a time and come talk to me, and then in the morning we will see (who's so smart now)
Cut the pain through prescriptions and preconcieved fame, As if they'll even remember your name(in 5 years)
is it to alleviate the pain or just a small price we pay for "fame", i doubt you even realize your friends can see through this disguise(and thats why....)

this is an intervention...

So tonight i lost myself in old photographs of you
it wasn't hard to see the reason that you left me

when beauty is your favorite weapon(mine was always spite) only God can really tell us that what we're feeling is alright   cause i've stared into an empty barrel waiting for the someone to care enough to finally take this heart home

I can't explain or describe these feelings that i'm feeling
but i feel that it must be said
that although i self prescribe these purple and white pills (causeeverybodyknowsit'stheprettyonesthatkill) 
i'm fucked up in the head but it's better off than dead (canonereallyweighouttheirsituationsoquickly)
I can't sleep, barely eat, waste time wishing anyone one where me right now
some times i'm afraid to go to bed at night, how can i protect everyone else from myself
(isn't that what the deadbolt on my door is for?!) 

If i took your hand
and i take you back to day before you left 
would you see the sincerity in my eyes as i tell you i love you and beg you not to cry
whoever says goodbye's are easy have clearly never seen the way she looks at me
(although watching her walk away is some ways can be taken as a plus) 

i've spit and splattered filthy words of angst and anger at every girl i've ever had half a heart to try to care for
I've made it an art form of pushing everyone away,how can they expect me to stay put when all i've been able to do my entire life is run away....I've seen the sunrise upon the pacific, shed tears into the north atlantic
 still i could care less if i had anyone to comfort me. cause what are words of comfort if you can't seem to bother to see that i'm more than you'll ever be...and it's all that i can be, an ache in your side and a thorn in your heart whats another dolphin in your sea of sharks...if it;s trouble that your looking for you see to have found the right place

When we last left our heroes they had successfully managed to make their way back to the motel 6 they began to call home....sorta.....ok not really....we made it back and decided to change out of our michigan garb(embarassed...slightly) and without a throughly depressed alex welker the other three of us made our way to find any sort of restaraunt we could find in our price range...we decided upon Fridays....upon ordering Foody began to express the distaste we all had felt about the lack of attractive young ladies on this here trip so far....so he did the extraordinary and pulled our waiter aside and explained his distaste, hoping for a little guidance into this situation....our wonderful waiter then began to tell us that we happen to be in the worst possible place in California for attractive young ladies..and choose a shitty time to come when it's "cold" (70 and sunny) and the chicks are al at school or indoors...he made a list of things we should do while in the LA area....so we followed the wise mans guidance and so we had our plans for the remainder of the week....on Tuesday we decided to first find a DENNY's(fuck Denny's!) after trying to interpret a latin ladies directions we traveled for an hour finding no such place....it wasnt until myeslf and my quick thinking compadres decided to pull over near a hotel and try ot pick up a free WIFI...because our hotel didnt have wireless internet / internet at all.....but we later located a near by DENNY's(and the truely ironic part about not locating a Denny's was that throughout the remainder of the trip...we must have seen every single denny's across the continental U.s.) at this time we also decided to visit the LAUGH FACTORY (the infamous comedy club in which kramer from seinfeld happened to get in very serous trouble at)on thursday...we then decided to drive down Rodeo Drive and Sunset Boulouvarde attempting to locate possible celebrities and future wives, and essentially doing our part as tourists...we also saw the UofM Cheer team walking Rodeo...after a long eveing we decided to head back to "home" and while or friend foody slept Alex and i played a mean game of fucking GUITAR HERO II (we are the brightest and best of guitar heroes and are absolutely unbeatable...we welcome a challenge anytime any place) alex decided he wanted to shotgun a beer in the shower(so it wouldnt get everywhere) he did it like a pussy, barely pushing it in, so i took one and (like beefeast) decided to do it like a champ and burst the shit out of it wiht my pacifica key, unfortunatly the beer got all over the bathroom and although i chugged like the true champ the is I, they made me laugh so it burned my fucking nostrils and shit....On Wednesday we traveled to SixFlags minus foody and bought season passes to all six flags because a season pass was as much as a single day...we all took badass photos for our Membership...and had a decent day of riding the rides and staring at hunnies...later that evening we went to the Hustler Store with all their naughty shirts and scantily clad ladies and then to Rainbows pizza(a famous pizzeria for rockstars and shit)....but until next time i bid adeu....FOR our final installment in this three part series...the Trip home, The LAugh Factory, and SONIC!!!