The night was still
young and the mood yet to be set. There was a group of us, 5 to be
precise. Our goal of the night undefined, but our intent was clear. As
we unloaded from the vehicle and started our short walk to the local
meat market where IQ is seen as a weakness and a popped collars are
more likely to get you a number rather than a laugh. It was a place of
action were talk was cheap and emotion was even cheaper. It was on this
short walk though that the mood or the night would be set.
A
large black SUV packaged with two bleached blond passengers in the
front and three or four ,drunk as fuck and high on college living
patrons, in the back drives by. All windows open with the bitter sweet
sting of 50 cents newest MTV/BET hit blasting in the speakers and
exploding out of the vehicle only to dissipate in the vastness of the
cool night air.
This was not enough for one of the back seat
patrons though, inspired by what was clearly nothing else than the fact
that we was in bracing his raging hard boner as thoughts of finger
blasting Sally ,who was two seats over in this black SUV, at his frat
houses party going on that night. We will call this back seat solider
Ralphy. Ralphy was was a clean cut sharp looking chap and at that
moment in time he was leaning half way out of the back seat with his
shirt pulled half way off and over his head,his right arm pumping with
rage and joy out the back window. All the while screaming at the top of
his lungs.
Yes Ralphy it was you and you alone that prepared us
for the events of the night. and although your delivery was crude and
somewhat scattered I understood your warning and embraced your spirit.
Although im sure Sally will never forget her finger blasting later that
night and perhaps what she later comes to find out will be her first
case of crabs. I dig your style and respect your "Ralphy wins at all
costs" attitude.
Several minutes later I would soon meet a man
that stood at the entrance to the gateway of the meat feast that we
would all soon be a part of. He was dressed in black and wore a
welcoming smile. claiming that all you needed to sell fake abercrombie
t-shirts on ebay was a silkscreen but acting confused and what some
might call "wishy washy" when asked if that is just what he did or if
he indeed did own a silk screening device. I wasn't positive but i had
a strong feeling his name was Bobby and he still lived in his mothers
basement.
It was shortly after this, only by blind chance
meeting with boddy, that our party of five would enter the doors of
this body to body packed gathering place and embrace out new identities
of the night.
It was a place where comments like "hey you really
can dance" and "pop that collar bitch" were thrown around like cheap
bottles of fruit passion flavored boons at your local frat house on
ladies night..... There was even a dance floor with no definitive
limits and dance moves such at the (eyes half open, striped polo shirt
with the collar only half popped and pulled up above your chest as you
grabbed the sides of your dance partners face and pressed it firmly
against the center of your chest were by no means "uncommon".
It
was truly an amazing place where only amazing things could happen and
realities were constantly assaulted and put into question.
Written by Dustin Briedwell
published 1.10.08
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