My version
So, I finally get around to telling my version of the events that transpired last weekend.
I catch a ride over to Curts pretty early in the morning, and after a brief detour to have Ben bitch out at MHS, we rode on out to Schenectady Bus Station to pick up a friend of Curts who was apparently coming up from Manhattan and I had heard some stuff about from him. We stroll up into the station, all big smiles and secret nerves, when a young girl turns around and flashes us a grin.
Now, I can't stress how much my expectation differed from reality. I had seen a picture of the girl, Michelle, and through some unusual perspective thing that happened in development Michelle looked impossibly tall in the picture. I mean, like in the neighborhood of six feet tall. But she stands up, and theres a short, petite cute girl standing in front of us. And she looks good.
The next few minutes go by in snippets. Michelle walks slightly ahead of us, me and Curts eyes meet behind her, mouths agape. Karen laughing. Love, reign o'er me. The car ride is quiet, but kind of in a pleasant way. We make conversation. She's been to Chatham. I say, "Yeah, thats north of here." "It's south, Nick." Thanks Karen.
We ripped through the last four songs of Quadrophenia in Curts basment. Roger Daltrey melts my face into the couch. Michelle understands our musical taste that much better.
We walked to Hess Express for a change of pace. I'm smoking Winstons that day. "Would you like one, Michelle?" "Sure... *sniff* I don't like these." Takes a Cam Wide from Curt. I think "Fine, more for me."
I steal at Hess, buy a Big Gulp. It feels good to have cash in my pocket. We make the walk back and I realize that buying a soda was not a good idea. My hands are COLD. A smoke warms me up.
Curt and his fucking animal crackers. WAS it a sheep?
We watch Saved. Funny fucking movie. Macaulay and Jenna are totally badass. Thank you, wheelchair dance.
After the movie was over, Moira showed and we played a game... ahem, a round of Scattergories. Thats when I decided to get better acquainted with my friend Sam Adams.
I rip through a beer, a couple of shots. Mix myself a vodka dew, drink it. A screwdriver, drink it. Finish Michelle's screwdriver. Pound a shot with Curt. Crack open a Coors. Moira leaves for a little bit, and I'm out on Curts porch, sitting on a stepladder. He and Michelle are on the ground, sharing smokes and drinks. Booze helps conversation sooooo well. She comes back, and I ask her to bring me to Hollywood Video to pick up NBA Ballers, because I'm street like that.
I walk in, feelin buzzed and beautiful, and I fly past Puorto to grab the game. Walk up to the register to pay. By my estimation, Curt and Michelle are having their first kiss by now. I'm having a conversation with Greg Puorto. Let me break it down again.
CURT- DRUNK AND KISSING HOT GIRL FROM MANHATTAN.
ME- DRUNK AND TALKING TO GREG PUORTO.
Be still, my heart.
I came back and chilled outside with them for a long time. We talked about our lives, got to know each other better. Really bonded.
Tanya, Maigan, Darren, Bud and Josh showed up and drank some Mexican piss, oh excuse me, I meant Corona. They left really soon and we went on a smoke expedition to Hess Express.
So there we are at the Gateway to Heaven, with a buzz in our brains, feelin damn good. We're suckin down Kamel Reds. They are back after 80 years, for no good reason other than the fact that they taste so damn good.
I'm gonna take this next section directly form Curts journal.
That was an awesome part of the night. Interesting side story, this guy who works at Hess comes out to have a smoke while there's no customers and hooks us up with ads about the Sofakingz show at Newest Lunch next week. He asks us what kind of music we like, and I tell him classic rock, the Who the Beatles. The guy lights up, oh yeah man the Beatles, they're so awesome. He says-
"I used to think the Beatles were the best band ever, but now? I think it's Tool."
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK.
Fucking people.
On sheer chance, Bud, Josh and Darren pull into Hess Express. I leap all over Josh's car. DEAL WITH THAT, LEARY!
On the way home we walk into the Helderberg cemetary. I feel exceptionally lonely among the dead. Curt and Michelle make out, I walk on gravestones. Kick around gravel. We mount deer on the way home. I channel my energy to destructive purposes. I make no fucking apologies.
We get back to Curts. I'm so absorbed in NBA Ballers that I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE CURT AND MICHELLE WENT. THEY COULDNT POSSIBLY HAVE GONE DOWNSTAIRS WITH NO LIGHTS ON.
Curt and I share a Red at 4 am. Its ridiculously cold and we're shivering like bastards. We're shivering like bastards, but it's moments like that make that kid my brother. To smoking ridculous amounts of cancer sticks, coffin nails, death tubes.
We wake up, and its time for Michelle to go. Snippets. Love, riegn o'er me. Karen laughing. The complete, comfortable silence of the ride. Michelle walks a bit in front of us, Curt and I's eyes meet behind her and we both just smile.
I played Buck Hunter in the Travellers Cafe in the Station. I shot six of them. Wily bastards, those bucks.
Michelles bus is there, and it seems impossibly early. She gets in line, behind a black girl, kisses Curt, hugs me, and we walk in separate directions.
And thats how it happened for me.
I catch a ride over to Curts pretty early in the morning, and after a brief detour to have Ben bitch out at MHS, we rode on out to Schenectady Bus Station to pick up a friend of Curts who was apparently coming up from Manhattan and I had heard some stuff about from him. We stroll up into the station, all big smiles and secret nerves, when a young girl turns around and flashes us a grin.
Now, I can't stress how much my expectation differed from reality. I had seen a picture of the girl, Michelle, and through some unusual perspective thing that happened in development Michelle looked impossibly tall in the picture. I mean, like in the neighborhood of six feet tall. But she stands up, and theres a short, petite cute girl standing in front of us. And she looks good.
The next few minutes go by in snippets. Michelle walks slightly ahead of us, me and Curts eyes meet behind her, mouths agape. Karen laughing. Love, reign o'er me. The car ride is quiet, but kind of in a pleasant way. We make conversation. She's been to Chatham. I say, "Yeah, thats north of here." "It's south, Nick." Thanks Karen.
We ripped through the last four songs of Quadrophenia in Curts basment. Roger Daltrey melts my face into the couch. Michelle understands our musical taste that much better.
We walked to Hess Express for a change of pace. I'm smoking Winstons that day. "Would you like one, Michelle?" "Sure... *sniff* I don't like these." Takes a Cam Wide from Curt. I think "Fine, more for me."
I steal at Hess, buy a Big Gulp. It feels good to have cash in my pocket. We make the walk back and I realize that buying a soda was not a good idea. My hands are COLD. A smoke warms me up.
Curt and his fucking animal crackers. WAS it a sheep?
We watch Saved. Funny fucking movie. Macaulay and Jenna are totally badass. Thank you, wheelchair dance.
After the movie was over, Moira showed and we played a game... ahem, a round of Scattergories. Thats when I decided to get better acquainted with my friend Sam Adams.
I rip through a beer, a couple of shots. Mix myself a vodka dew, drink it. A screwdriver, drink it. Finish Michelle's screwdriver. Pound a shot with Curt. Crack open a Coors. Moira leaves for a little bit, and I'm out on Curts porch, sitting on a stepladder. He and Michelle are on the ground, sharing smokes and drinks. Booze helps conversation sooooo well. She comes back, and I ask her to bring me to Hollywood Video to pick up NBA Ballers, because I'm street like that.
I walk in, feelin buzzed and beautiful, and I fly past Puorto to grab the game. Walk up to the register to pay. By my estimation, Curt and Michelle are having their first kiss by now. I'm having a conversation with Greg Puorto. Let me break it down again.
CURT- DRUNK AND KISSING HOT GIRL FROM MANHATTAN.
ME- DRUNK AND TALKING TO GREG PUORTO.
Be still, my heart.
I came back and chilled outside with them for a long time. We talked about our lives, got to know each other better. Really bonded.
Tanya, Maigan, Darren, Bud and Josh showed up and drank some Mexican piss, oh excuse me, I meant Corona. They left really soon and we went on a smoke expedition to Hess Express.
So there we are at the Gateway to Heaven, with a buzz in our brains, feelin damn good. We're suckin down Kamel Reds. They are back after 80 years, for no good reason other than the fact that they taste so damn good.
I'm gonna take this next section directly form Curts journal.
That was an awesome part of the night. Interesting side story, this guy who works at Hess comes out to have a smoke while there's no customers and hooks us up with ads about the Sofakingz show at Newest Lunch next week. He asks us what kind of music we like, and I tell him classic rock, the Who the Beatles. The guy lights up, oh yeah man the Beatles, they're so awesome. He says-
"I used to think the Beatles were the best band ever, but now? I think it's Tool."
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK.
Fucking people.
On sheer chance, Bud, Josh and Darren pull into Hess Express. I leap all over Josh's car. DEAL WITH THAT, LEARY!
On the way home we walk into the Helderberg cemetary. I feel exceptionally lonely among the dead. Curt and Michelle make out, I walk on gravestones. Kick around gravel. We mount deer on the way home. I channel my energy to destructive purposes. I make no fucking apologies.
We get back to Curts. I'm so absorbed in NBA Ballers that I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE CURT AND MICHELLE WENT. THEY COULDNT POSSIBLY HAVE GONE DOWNSTAIRS WITH NO LIGHTS ON.
Curt and I share a Red at 4 am. Its ridiculously cold and we're shivering like bastards. We're shivering like bastards, but it's moments like that make that kid my brother. To smoking ridculous amounts of cancer sticks, coffin nails, death tubes.
We wake up, and its time for Michelle to go. Snippets. Love, riegn o'er me. Karen laughing. The complete, comfortable silence of the ride. Michelle walks a bit in front of us, Curt and I's eyes meet behind her and we both just smile.
I played Buck Hunter in the Travellers Cafe in the Station. I shot six of them. Wily bastards, those bucks.
Michelles bus is there, and it seems impossibly early. She gets in line, behind a black girl, kisses Curt, hugs me, and we walk in separate directions.
And thats how it happened for me.