07.20.03 Nothing is true, everything is permitted. - William S. Burroughs The weirdest string of outrageously (my new favorite word) uncomfortable situations that I have been in a long fucking while � Bo called around 6:30 Friday night to tell me that he had just gotten out of jail (again) only this time he was arrested while out on a night pass from the rehab center he has been at for the past 6 months. Typical. I want to scream at him sometimes� he is so close to getting discharged from that place & within a few hours out, comes even closer to staying there forever. After I hung up with him, the BF & I headed over to Michelle�s place for BBQ. [I have to interject at this point to say that I have never hung out with them for anything longer than a half hour�] Her husband (Tim) met us at the door, wild-eyed and very talkative. He had a mini camping style blowtorch in one hand and a test-tube in the other. I looked around the apartment, which was immaculate, and asked where Michelle was. Their miniature pinscher, Spike, was nervously perched on the arm of the sofa. Tim replied, �Michelle is in the shower�. Cool. I sit on the sofa & BF puts the beer we brought in the fridge. Okay. Right? Tim sits on the loveseat and pulls out a tiny plastic baggy full of small crystals. He puts a few in the test tube and turns the (I swear to god) blowtorch on. He proceeds to pull very hard on the end of the tube � sucking in all the white smoke� �Want some?� I mumble something about rehab� don�t anything anymore� I�m cool, thanks anyways� And I look to BF who is beside me on the sofa. I nod towards Tim, �You gonna hit that?� BF looks a little silly for a minute before he says �Nah.� Tim takes a few of the tiny crystals out and lays them on the table. He also grabs a razor knife & a half-straw and lays them out beside the pile. �Would you rather snort?� BF kneels down beside the table & cuts himself out a small bump. I shift uncomfortably on the sofa � Tim takes notice � he offers a half apology. �Does this make you uncomfortable?� I reply no, it�s not a big deal. Everyone knows that I used to get down, but few know about my time getting off of that shit. I say it�s �all good�, Bf can do what he wants� he knows it bothers me though. After another 45 minutes of sitting there, watching Tim hit his homemade pipe, BF lay out another line, Spike crawled into my lap. I think that dogs can totally sense that weird electric energy. He stayed in my lap for most of the night.
Michelle finally got out of the shower. She came & sat next to Tim on the loveseat where he held the little tube up to her face � she had to get him to light it up for her because she said that she couldn�t do it right. I watched her & him smoke a few more times before I suggested that we get the grill going. After all, I was still hungry even if nobody else was. By this time, a few more people had collected in the living room & everyone was hitting the pipe & chatting ninety-to-nothing. I excused myself upstairs to their computer room to get away from all that electricity. Suddenly I am followed by the overflow from downstairs� some girl is in the room with me talking to Michelle. Tim is there too. I listen half-heartedly until the girl is talking directly to me. �I am about to take off my clothes.� What the fuck, man?
I turn and face the computer. Hahaha. This girl is geeking like a fucking crack head. I turn back just in time to see her naked except for some lacy black panties. Her crotch is shaven & her butt is all dimpled. Ugh. This girl asks me how she looks, I can�t lie, so I turn back around to the computer desk. I hear Tim talking to naked fat girl & turn to see him running his fingers along her panty line. It�s a fucked up scene� especially since his WIFE is standing there watching the whole thing. I simply can�t believe what is going on in the room less than 5 feet from my chair. I excuse myself downstairs. The naked fat girl comes downstairs a while later, this time she isn�t naked anymore but wearing a white leather nurse�s outfit. OKAY! I am overwhelmed by uncomfortable ness. BF has made friends with some guy on the sofa that is drinking a beer and is oblivious to fat white leather girl. I sit on the sofa & watch the ever-growing crowd of people who are smoking the never-ending supply of meth in this apartment.
I sit. I take lots of photos with the flash off, as not to interrupt or draw attention to myself. Most of them are too incriminating to post here � it was like taking pictures of a fucking car crash. I put some in the Fotolog, though they aren't that crazy either... Around 12am I nudged the BF to give him �the look�. Time to go back to our normal little house & watch some normal TV & feel somewhat normal again. Sometimes reality is way too much for me to handle. |
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