fuckin...
god damn, i dont think ive ever had more of an adrenaline rush than i did tonight. so chase, blaine and i decide to go to the late showing of wedding crashers. there were some good parts and cheap laughs, but over all not a great movie, too long. anyways, when we get there i see this kid, david. david is nice to me and all but theres just something about him i dont really like, i dont know. so im not really minding him, but then this kid who i absolutely fucking hate by the name of wallace, comes strolling up with another kid scott. i dont know scott. well it just so happens that they are going to the same movie we are. i try to avoid them just because i dont want to do the whole bullshit small talk thing. but, much to my disappointment, they catch a glimpse of me at the concession stand. "Mark! hey man, hows it going," says david. "david! hey man whats up," says me, mocking his laidback pothead accent. so i shake hands with him and its cool. "MARK! Dude you were.....you were in my math class dude!"...wallace, what a fat, dyke ass bitch. so he puts his hand up for a high five, i submit. these guys are obviously high, whatever. so we get into the movie, top row, as usual when these mother fuckers sit on the top row onthe other side, we're separated by a couple bars to keep people out of the way of the projectors. they start talkin and shit, laughing at every damn thing they see or hear and we're only in the previews. so a little into it, chase, being the dude that he is says "guys! shut the fuck up!" "no!" comes the reply...but they were pretty quiet after that. though all good things come to an end they say, as they began talking and playin with their cellphones and what not and chase, being the ballsy guy he is, says "shut the fuck up!" and throws a bottle at them. scott, who seems like a pretty mild dude, he wasnt the one doing all the talking and fucking around looks at us and says "fagits." well it was about this time that david decided to throw the bottle back, missing chase, thus hitting me in the side of the head. fuck that.i mean, FUCK THAT. i was already pissed that i couldnt enjoy the mediocre movie as it was. so i stand up, stare them down, "you wanna fucking go?" nice mark, use the ultimate cliche line for picking a fight. "you wanna go?" wallace, the oversized nut sack says. by this time chase was holding me back and pushing me back in my seat, all the while laughing. those assholes were pretty quiet for a while. then blaine noticed them making calls on their phones, but still they were real quiet about it. so about 10 minutes before the movie ends they leave and we're figuring they called for backup or something and are going to be waiting for us. so we make some calls just so we could have someone at our fingertips if we needed them. those sons-of-bitches fucking left. no where in sight. we didnt even see their car in the parking lot. what douche bags. so thats it. sorry, it is sort of anti-climatic isnt it. but fuck, after i stood up i was so high on adrenaline, i was so ready to fucking go with those fuckers. and man did it feel good.
best of all wishes,
mark
best of all wishes,
mark