Chapter 1. Same Shit, Different Day...

Trottingham Tev Road

Henry's P.O.V

SSDD, an acronym which we used to use during our youth days... Who's we you ask? Well you're not really asking but I'd be glad to tell you what I mean by we, if you're smart enough I guess...

Sorry for that last comment, not but I'm just tooting my horn a little. Me and 4 of my friends were born to create a ruckus and disasters so to speak of, anyway that doesn't matter at the moment. SSDD is what we still use but ain't as out there as it used to be, famous round the olden days but memories are meant to be memories, right? Anywho, few days after Celestia's sun rise is the day that I start to visit our old home in PonyVille. Still wonder why they hadn't changed that name into like 'The one with the Shit-Weasels' or something along those lines. Reason being is that if that shit-head of a colt Richie hasn't stopped messing with Duddits then he has another force to reckon with...

I apologize for that last bit again, old habits die hard. Back on topic, hope they didn't tear down the beauty. Held many SSDD's memories in there, after all it was our homeground. Wondered why they wanted to take it down or in this case, start anew. Wouldn't let Miss Mare do a thing to that old son of a gun, even if she used to be my marefriend... Enough about the house, just hoping that Pete doesn't commit another crime during his way towards the old home. He has enough problems with his drinking habits ever since his 19th birthday, Pinkie Pie wouldn't stop feeding him Pisswaser and Smirnuff, start of all the problems is all I'm saying.

Another habit still dying hard, rambling on and on. Got the damn trait from my mother, boy can she be a mouth full. She'd talk so much that she put Big Mac into submission once I recall. Although that was when he was around 15 or 14 I think...

Guess it's going to be another same day... Same Shit, Different Day...

Las Pegasus

Few Days Ago...

A earth pony which was a light shade of brown made his way towards a bar in Las Pegasus. He wore a plaid top which had black lines layering across his blood red texture and wore a texan like stetson which was made out of a soft type of bamboo wood. On his way towards the bar, he was being followed by a bunch of chumps as he'd put it. He'd usually respond to those following him by asking if they want some booze and other random shit, thoe he decided to wait on this one.

Waltzing in the bar with a cheesy asshole grin, he sat on a round chair you'd find in any type of pub or alcohol based shop, which seemed to have a bit of tear on its leather siding. He ordered some Cocktails, shaken not stirred, with a olive pierced by a toothpick. The bartender seemed to be dubious about the request, reasons of his unusual attiring so to speak. It was a usual reaction towards the pony, past and many past experiences and reasons.

"What do you retards want from me?" He said to chumps. Guess having sharp senses for over most of your life helps get rid of some vibes, especially unwanted ones. "Hope our ol' buddy Richie hasn't shoved his ass anywhere it shouldn't be."

One of the chumps replied, "He ordered us to keep a watchful eye on you, last time you bloody popped one of his ear drums whilst beating him where his kidneys should of been. We don't want to have that happen again, even though the others weren't there that time." Grinning at the last remark. "After all, you're drunk all the time. What's a stallion to do without the ability to see nor drink."

The pub made way of the arrivers and just watched in intense concentration waiting for who's going to win. Some knew the answer but some were too dubious to make accusations or were either passed out on the floor. Just before the fight, he received his Cocktails and noticed a red stallion with brown hair and no cutiemark passed out on the floor beside him. The stallion reminded him of a pony from a sex crazed games about him banging lots of mares in PonyVille. Because they weren't satisfied with porn, they had to take mares (That the Beav loved) who were real and made the protagonist bang every mare... He'd need to talk to him later.

A stallion rushed out at him whilst he was drinking his Cocktails but was cut off when he felt a giant sting along his temples. He quickly was out like a light like every other weakling that came across him. The others rushed in but was met with the same fate, the others wondered how'd he done it when it was merely just him using an artifact given by old Tolleson.

Right after everything ended, the pub door burst to reveal obvious guards. The stallion was quickly knocked out and emptied of his valuables and was dragged away along with the other stallions that he took out. For a particular reason as well they took the red stallion that he was looking at earlier on, something that had to do with mares or something.

Trottingham Tev Road

Henry's P.O.V

Guess too much things happen lately with Richie and Pete, after all they do hate each other more than Me, Beav, Duddits, Jonesy and Duddits Mom put together... Him hating Richie more than Beav is an overstatement, after all he was the one almost killed him. The worstest thing he'd done to Richie was break a bone, that's all. Was worstest even a word? Eh who cares, I'm still under 30 anyways. Just going to become older like every sad fucker here on this world.

I'd discuss more but breaking the 4th wall and talking to you continuously is tuckering me out. How does Pinkie Pie do it for 15 years straight without losing that puffiness of her's... Still as puffy like the time I penetra-I mean uhhh... Back on topic, I had to bail Pete out on this again. I swear I'm hitting him the family jewels so that miss marshmallow won't have fun with him in a while...

Hey? Who the hell is knocking on my door?

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Well here ya go, a new story. I hope it makes up for a while of me not uploading stories for about 2 weeks time. Reasons being is because of University and the test I have to go through and it's been stressful just trying to have some spare time to do this hobby of mine.

I'm in the second year of University now and guess what? I'm now 22 years old
Not really important but I just wanted to throw it out there because it happened a while ago.

I hope you enjoyed my work so far and understand my problems at the moment but I have 2 weeks and a day off of no school so I can catch up with what I couldn't do over the two weeks. Then on the last day I will try to make the longest chapter for each story I have so far.

Hope you enjoyed my work, like I said again, and I'll see you all next time cya.