Fucked
Ever have a dream so real it wakes you from very nessicary final sleep... so fucked up that you can only sit at your desk at four in the morning and write about it because there is no one else wake????????????????
..............no one else around. So, my mom visited me a couple weeks ago. I decided to take her out with my friends and roomates to a local bar my roomates like to dance at. It's a very gross sticky place where you're not supposed to take mothers but I did anyway because she was part of the gang that night and I wanted to should her what I call fun. Everything went great...we were dancing and having a great time. Sure.. there were some weirdos around but there everywhere, but that's normal. I guess it was time to say goodnight to mommy, because she didn't come with us to a house party we all wanted to stop by at. I saw people I knew and chatted, it was fun. Before the bar closed we all headed back for more druckin dancing, but the croud became even stinkier and scary. The walls of this place were sweaty and dirty. It made it impossible to go to the bathroom...but not peeing is impossible after breaking the seal. In the filty bathroom I decided in my drunken stoop not to wash my hands..a wise decition, but my stallmate didn't mind because she gave me paper. She was tall and blonde, very skinny. The night of partying gave her dark rings under her eyes. I took the paper and ate it. Things at the bar were starting to get even stickiier. The walls began running with sweat and I didn't want to touch the wet chairs but I wasn't really dancing either. My head felt like a washing machine. Up was down a nd I was swimming while walking but I was bieng tossed oto the left but not really and then the soap was forgotten becasue my thougths were not very fresh and it wasn't fun, but it kinds was. When the bar finally closed my roommates and some of their friends must have left because I didn't really knew where all of them were. Luckily, I made it to the house. My new friend tagged along with us. I later realized as time started to return to me the girl was tripping on acid and so was I but she was wasted out of her mind. She was passing out everywhere including in my closet and where ever she lay she was puking and causing big scenes in the house. She would not leave and she scaried me. There were hardily anyone around and no one would help. I felt threatened and helpless. She tried stealing our stuff and she was pissed off. I guess she called afriend to pick her up, becuase a typical frat guy I saw at the house party showed up in a truck to get her. Once in the truck she told him what happened tonight. They didn't leave. His truck was still parked in front of our house because somthing in her story was fucked. They were both pissed. The girl wanted something.. payment maybe. Anything to take. Anything wasn't already in my purse she wanted. My bike was sitting out in the yard, and now I was furious. I would be damed to let some crazy bitch take my bike. I'm in front of the truck at this point and I'm very small. The drunk fuck behind the wheel started to toy like he was about to floor it. I could see both of their faces like they both were standing next to me planning they're next move. I heard the car click into a new gear. Then I woke up.
....................I've never had that happen to me either
* wipes sweat from forehead *
..............no one else around. So, my mom visited me a couple weeks ago. I decided to take her out with my friends and roomates to a local bar my roomates like to dance at. It's a very gross sticky place where you're not supposed to take mothers but I did anyway because she was part of the gang that night and I wanted to should her what I call fun. Everything went great...we were dancing and having a great time. Sure.. there were some weirdos around but there everywhere, but that's normal. I guess it was time to say goodnight to mommy, because she didn't come with us to a house party we all wanted to stop by at. I saw people I knew and chatted, it was fun. Before the bar closed we all headed back for more druckin dancing, but the croud became even stinkier and scary. The walls of this place were sweaty and dirty. It made it impossible to go to the bathroom...but not peeing is impossible after breaking the seal. In the filty bathroom I decided in my drunken stoop not to wash my hands..a wise decition, but my stallmate didn't mind because she gave me paper. She was tall and blonde, very skinny. The night of partying gave her dark rings under her eyes. I took the paper and ate it. Things at the bar were starting to get even stickiier. The walls began running with sweat and I didn't want to touch the wet chairs but I wasn't really dancing either. My head felt like a washing machine. Up was down a nd I was swimming while walking but I was bieng tossed oto the left but not really and then the soap was forgotten becasue my thougths were not very fresh and it wasn't fun, but it kinds was. When the bar finally closed my roommates and some of their friends must have left because I didn't really knew where all of them were. Luckily, I made it to the house. My new friend tagged along with us. I later realized as time started to return to me the girl was tripping on acid and so was I but she was wasted out of her mind. She was passing out everywhere including in my closet and where ever she lay she was puking and causing big scenes in the house. She would not leave and she scaried me. There were hardily anyone around and no one would help. I felt threatened and helpless. She tried stealing our stuff and she was pissed off. I guess she called afriend to pick her up, becuase a typical frat guy I saw at the house party showed up in a truck to get her. Once in the truck she told him what happened tonight. They didn't leave. His truck was still parked in front of our house because somthing in her story was fucked. They were both pissed. The girl wanted something.. payment maybe. Anything to take. Anything wasn't already in my purse she wanted. My bike was sitting out in the yard, and now I was furious. I would be damed to let some crazy bitch take my bike. I'm in front of the truck at this point and I'm very small. The drunk fuck behind the wheel started to toy like he was about to floor it. I could see both of their faces like they both were standing next to me planning they're next move. I heard the car click into a new gear. Then I woke up.
....................I've never had that happen to me either
* wipes sweat from forehead *