Thu, 19 May 2005

drug pussy
Mark and Escho and I heard about this party, and having completely run out of good ideas, we decided we’d get caught up in someone else’s life for a while, so we drove maybe an hour out to some town we can’t remember the name of, and there’s this, well not like a party, because a party is where people have fun. This was more like some kinda experiment, everybody had their shoes off and were talking to each other about what they called “blocks” between each other, and if they could remove all these blocks then they’d achieve complete lossless communication. We were fixin’ to get when this girl offered us some mushrooms, and you would think that being creepy old fuckers we would know better but no, we decide to stay and take off our fucking shoes and everything. The person we knew who was supposed to show up, Matty, he ended up working a double shift at Hy-Vee and so all we had to talk about with these people was where’s Matty, and you know we’ve done all that before but then the idea got around that because we were strangers we had no “blocks” yet in place and this would be an ideal time to practice perfect honesty. So there was this one girl who I guess was their leader, but you know she’d never say she was the leader, it’s rididulous, but she had a sister and apparently Escho had figured he could maybe get with the sister if he played this right and kept kicking me and Mark in the ribs as we smarted off answers to the leader’s questions about how we were being unnecessarily possessive and defensive. Escho, his mom was a hippy, and these people weren’t hippies, because I can kinda understand being a hippy in a lizard-brain kinda way, but these people were, like okay they had a logbook with doses and times and such, and all I know from doses is I want to take all the drugs. But no okay Escho’s mom is a hippy and so he picked up from her all these phrases that apparently went over like gangbusters with the group and particular the sister, who got all to makin’ googly-eyes at Escho as he played off sensitive and fauxpen. The dick. So by this point we’re on, and Mark and I are getting all into how we get sometimes, burying people alive and end-of-time and the group starts *touching* us, like we’re freaking out, but all this is actually really freaking me out, and Escho’s actually making out with this sister and Mark kinda stops talking to me and everybody’s telling me it’s okay and I jump up and scream “YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF DRUG PUSSIES!” and run out the door, right past the car, but fortunately by the time I walked back to the highway (after a close shave where I tried to hitch a ride off a cop) I was actually feeling pretty good, and I met these devil girls who drove a van and it ended up being a pretty good night.

Escho’s still a dick, tho.
(12:23.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #