Thu, 19 May 2005

What Is Wrong With You?
There was this party. I was in high school, maybe a freshman but definitely in high school because my friend Escho had a car and could get us to parties, and since my folks had me working at the Slurp ‘N Suck on weekends in order to teach me responsibility I could get us beer so long as we were careful. So Escho and me are at this party out in that neighborhood if you take Ansborough south out past the graveyard, where a friend who knew this guy in the debate club was throwing an anti-prom shindig. And but so I’m hanging out in the backyard, which is where I last saw Escho looking for a surrepeticious place to puke, and there in the grass I see this necklace. And not even like some plastic thing, or like ten dollars at the mall kinda thing, but like a serious grownup necklace. So I put in in my pocket and go inside and start asking around if anybody lost a necklace, and this girl who smelled like fruit juice and stomach acid and some kinda plasticky strawberry perfume came up and threw her arms around me and started thanking me over and over and over, so I take her over by the stairs out front where it’s quieter and tell her it’s no big deal, but she talks all on like it’s her mom’s, she’d get killed if she lost it, she made such a big deal of letting her wear it tonight, because it’s like prom night and she didn’t want her parents to know she didn’t have a date so she told them she was meeting her boy there because he’s shy and this whole trip with this made-up boy and she’s crying and shivering even though it’s not cold out at all. but then this fucking stussy-kid comes in and starts hollering that my friend is out on the street telling drivers that the end is near and i better fucking do something about it, so i look at this girl and i look out and i tell her to wait, that i’m coming right back, and i run out and fucking Escho is laying in the street giggling and i pick him up and drag him back to the car where he passes out in the back seat finally, and i go back to the party, but the imaginary boyfriend girl was gone.
(12:12.05.19.2005) [/alpha] #