Saturday night. I could have been at club Inferno, but I instead was scheduled to partake in the only remaining form of slavery... Work in a grocery store. Shackled by time to the great gray slabs of concrete known as Capitol Centre Foods, my shift droned by. Minutes taking hours, hours taking years. Scheduled until 1am, I could do nothing but wait...
When the time of my freedom finally would arrive all hope had been lost.
"It's too late to catch any parties still in any kind of swing", I thought to myself.
I give in and collapse on my couch watching some news brief; something informing me of the stupidity of our president.... I already know. I throw a shoe and somehow manage to turn the infernal box off with it. I become instantly proud.
Nikki comes home. There's a party going down on Main St. I get dressed in cool clothes and skate there with Nikki. Everyone's attention turns to us as the entirety of the household comes to the realization that they are, indeed, in the presence of gods. We are male models.
Upstairs there is a DJ playing trance and house. I love both genres. The attic becomes my new home as I spend the next few hours twirling a glowstick and LED light around in the dark with a few other people. We danced like angels that night. Like motherfucking angels.
I run into another friend, Luke, and he informs me of another party and wonders if I want to come with him. Of course I do. My night's just getting started.
As I walk into the house, it's full of bad rap, Abercombie & Fitch, and Hollister.... And drunken white suburban college students. I assess my situation. I'm still better than everyone around me.
I proceed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
And settle for a bad mix drink...
Sitting on the couch, I slowly sip my drink. It's horrible but I don't want to waste someone else's stuff. A man with a sideways baseball cap, baggy jeans, and a striped polo shirt approaches me and asks, "Do you like looking like a frog?"
"Do you like looking like an asshole?" I shoot back.
I'm pretty sure I almost got into a fight, but Luke came in and introduced us. Then we got along, somewhat. I think I scared him a bit... Good.
I'm tired of writing.
Love,
Lust
When the time of my freedom finally would arrive all hope had been lost.
"It's too late to catch any parties still in any kind of swing", I thought to myself.
I give in and collapse on my couch watching some news brief; something informing me of the stupidity of our president.... I already know. I throw a shoe and somehow manage to turn the infernal box off with it. I become instantly proud.
Nikki comes home. There's a party going down on Main St. I get dressed in cool clothes and skate there with Nikki. Everyone's attention turns to us as the entirety of the household comes to the realization that they are, indeed, in the presence of gods. We are male models.
Upstairs there is a DJ playing trance and house. I love both genres. The attic becomes my new home as I spend the next few hours twirling a glowstick and LED light around in the dark with a few other people. We danced like angels that night. Like motherfucking angels.
I run into another friend, Luke, and he informs me of another party and wonders if I want to come with him. Of course I do. My night's just getting started.
As I walk into the house, it's full of bad rap, Abercombie & Fitch, and Hollister.... And drunken white suburban college students. I assess my situation. I'm still better than everyone around me.
I proceed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
And settle for a bad mix drink...
Sitting on the couch, I slowly sip my drink. It's horrible but I don't want to waste someone else's stuff. A man with a sideways baseball cap, baggy jeans, and a striped polo shirt approaches me and asks, "Do you like looking like a frog?"
"Do you like looking like an asshole?" I shoot back.
I'm pretty sure I almost got into a fight, but Luke came in and introduced us. Then we got along, somewhat. I think I scared him a bit... Good.
I'm tired of writing.
Love,
Lust
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song:
that sounds like frat boy hell.
song:
yeah, i think i might have to use that. The alcohol made me fat but the drugs made me thin so it was fairly balanced 