swords, smoke and sex...all part of a hard nights work
so the other night i was getting so far behind at work i didn't know what i was going to do and i was sure that the customers were going to get mad and leave. i was getting all kinds of stressed and so i went outside to the truck to sneak a smoke...i didn't care if the orders were begining to get backed up i needed a smoke damnit!!! (that goes to show something about my work ethic doesn't it?) anyways between the truck and the back door to the bar i lost my key, so rather then my little excersion being a stress releif it added to the stress instead.
at this point in my life the beautiful sword / belly dancer appeared in my life. she was a gift from the gods let me tell you. she brought with her offerings of peace and joy (A.K.A. the good shit, dank, high grade...what ever you call it you know what i'm talking about) so as we leaned against the wall sharing the joys of natures bounty she reminded me of something that i had lost while we were discussing the loss of my key. she reminded me of the importance of "god" in someones life...wheather that god takes the form of some some mythic beast, a saint on the side of a candle, a hippy looking dude with uber-lesbian sandles and great abs, or simply the beleafe that there is someone watching over you...she told me to pary to st. anthony the saint of lost things i guess. but it reminded me that no matter what someone callse a higher power in essance they are all the same essence...it was kind of weird and i was stoned at the time so it made perfect sense to me. anyways i was thinking about the connections of all things holy at the time i was looking for my keys again and found them haning on the coler of a plush dog in the front seat of the truck.
anyways as the night went on business just kept coming in, wave after wave until it died down around 4:00 in the morning. i had long sence said bye bye to the dancer who had ran off with some little pretty boy who was totaly not her type, but not before her and i reached a level of conciousness that few can understand and if you can the *high five* your are probably stoned off your ass right now. i was going to walk my manager out to her car because i worry about her and i don't want anyone to mug her or something like that but she said that she was going to go home with these two realy freaking hot guys...i was so jealous and called her a hooker and walked out...she replied you would to if you had the chance. i figured i was too out of it to drive the 48 milse home so i decided to use the key my friend gave me to his appartment he only lives like a block or two away.
yeah i should have given him a call before coming over...i walk into the middle of somthing that would make the worst people in sodom blush. i just drop my bag on the floor next to the counter and say hi and walk into the bathroom right past the tangled mess of body parts and man flesh. it was an awsome fucking shower but then again i realy enjoy showers when i'm stoned...anyways i'm not going into what happened next but you can use your imaginations.
all in all it seemed like a nice carnal night for most of the people i associated myself with for that evening
at this point in my life the beautiful sword / belly dancer appeared in my life. she was a gift from the gods let me tell you. she brought with her offerings of peace and joy (A.K.A. the good shit, dank, high grade...what ever you call it you know what i'm talking about) so as we leaned against the wall sharing the joys of natures bounty she reminded me of something that i had lost while we were discussing the loss of my key. she reminded me of the importance of "god" in someones life...wheather that god takes the form of some some mythic beast, a saint on the side of a candle, a hippy looking dude with uber-lesbian sandles and great abs, or simply the beleafe that there is someone watching over you...she told me to pary to st. anthony the saint of lost things i guess. but it reminded me that no matter what someone callse a higher power in essance they are all the same essence...it was kind of weird and i was stoned at the time so it made perfect sense to me. anyways i was thinking about the connections of all things holy at the time i was looking for my keys again and found them haning on the coler of a plush dog in the front seat of the truck.
anyways as the night went on business just kept coming in, wave after wave until it died down around 4:00 in the morning. i had long sence said bye bye to the dancer who had ran off with some little pretty boy who was totaly not her type, but not before her and i reached a level of conciousness that few can understand and if you can the *high five* your are probably stoned off your ass right now. i was going to walk my manager out to her car because i worry about her and i don't want anyone to mug her or something like that but she said that she was going to go home with these two realy freaking hot guys...i was so jealous and called her a hooker and walked out...she replied you would to if you had the chance. i figured i was too out of it to drive the 48 milse home so i decided to use the key my friend gave me to his appartment he only lives like a block or two away.
yeah i should have given him a call before coming over...i walk into the middle of somthing that would make the worst people in sodom blush. i just drop my bag on the floor next to the counter and say hi and walk into the bathroom right past the tangled mess of body parts and man flesh. it was an awsome fucking shower but then again i realy enjoy showers when i'm stoned...anyways i'm not going into what happened next but you can use your imaginations.
all in all it seemed like a nice carnal night for most of the people i associated myself with for that evening