-Born 2 Fuck-
Darkness all around, coupled with a stifling heat that choked and robbed him of all words and thoughts. Mindless banter, aimless walking, empty advances, and halfhearted hugs with coldblooded kisses. The spot light was gone but attention was still on him. Nowhere to go with nowhere to hide. The urge to run and be free of all this crushing heat was consuming him. He spotted one of the two people he had actually invited. Pressed up on some silly fuck of a boy who was all cock and no soul, with even less sack. Imagine if Joanie married Potsie instead of Chachi, if the Fonz didn't love his veggies. If Richie never never went of to the army. Leaving it all out on stage was hard enough, but witnessing Andrena and this Cumtard of a "man" had triggered the part of our fearless leaders brain that had long thought out situations like this, but never had the oppurtunity to act on these fictional scenearios. The six hits of hydrocodone Angel had taken to "shake off the nerves" he gets before performing had kicked in and the abitly to form rational thoughts was gone, and had now been replaced the raw instict that had earned him countless nights in the drunk tank with "ese's named Lil' Joker and "Shady Boi," a cracked skull, bruised ribs, sleepless nights laying on park benches, black eyes, and a few stories he occasionally used to impress girls with. "Sup hoe, how'd you like the show?" "Wait who the fuck do you think you are nigger?" " YOu can't walk over here like you own the place and talk to my girl like that bit...." And before the cumtard could get out the magic word that loaded his dynnamite filled fist, the kid was layed out on the floor. Dazed and confused, done and out. "YOu should really tell your dates or random hook-ups who I so shit like this won't happen." What the fuck fat ass, why'd you go and do that for, you fucking dick. I can't believe you would do that just cuz he almost called you a bitch. Fucking, mother fucker. "What, what, what! Don't tell me you actually like this little, little, fucking shit I feel bomb right now. But anyways, fuck you bitch, I bet you don't even know little Potsie's name." "His name's Potsie?" "Point proven bitch, and you still haven't answered my question, how was the show?" "Oh, that, yeah it was okay i guess. Your voice sounded a bit off but it was still good." "Bit of, fuck i thought it sounded good but whatever, I guess thats what happens when you spend all your time smoking and drinking instead of practicing but whatever. You want to get out of here go get a drink or something, I know your sober as fuck on account of you not being able to drink in here." "Na I think Ima wait for whats his face to come too and stick around with him. He's a bit stupid but I like him and he has weed." You have fun with that then bitch, later." And with one swift motion he was off and with that one swift motion he felt the effects of his pills even more. Swaying and drifting, Floating and loosing touch with the reality he had been trying to escape."Fuck I better hurry up and find Latasha before I fucking blackout. It's gonna be a mad bitch though with all these people here and my fucking phone is dead. Damn, whatever I guess I'll just chill until these things fucking whereoff."
The night trugded on. More bands played, more alochol was consumed, a few more pills were swallowed, and friends had been made. He long gave up on the prosepect of taking either of the girls home that he had invited, but he had not given up on taking someone, anyone home with him. He needed this, in more ways than one, since he was too fucked up to drive but not fucked up enough to strike out with one of these eager and willing breezies that had come out and watched as he poured what was left of his heart and soul out. But stranger things had happened and it had been a cold hard year since he had the cold distasteful pleasure of a stranger in the sack, so plans had to be made and quickly. A fast confident strike had to be made and he had to be careful not to choose a girl who knew Dreezy or Latasha. Though he was sure he wouldn't run into this problem, theyre was always the chance of running into a girl who knew atleast one if not both of them. So with a sips from his cup and a quick glance around the room and made three possible choices.
His first one was this girl who he had seen around back in his highschool days. She had thick full brown hair, fishy shaped eyes, a pretty smile and curves in all the right places. She was in this white blouse, black skirt combo with matching heels. The whole combination threw him off a bit due to the fact that no girl he ever knew came to a "HARDCORE" show in club attire so he figured she came with a friend who was into the bands and hadn't told her what she was getting into, but she looked awesome non the less. She would of been his only choice but he was having trouble remembering her name which was a toss up between either Vero, or Vicki, and without this crucial knowledge at hand our fearless leader decided he would hold off on that endeavor until he could remember what her name was exactly. His second choice, was this girl he had met through his work at the Airliner. A happy go lucky kind of kid who was fresh out of highschool and still somewhat fresh to the world. Her views on life and religon were what had attracted him to her in the first place, but her innocence to the world is what had been keeping him away. Simply for the fact that he did not want the stigma of being that guy who introduced Jackie to the world of sex, drugs, and hardcore. But tonight he felt it would be different, she came to the show of her own accord. He spotted her in the crowd during his set, and she was downright transfixed on wonderboy as he hooted and hollered, jeered and cheered, and downright left it all out on the stage for her to see the side of him, that they had only talked about. She looked great tonight just like every other night, and to his surprise she was drinking and had gone a bit red in the face. His hopes were high with this one but he had already established himself of being an gentleman who doubled as an asshole, so sobering up would be required if he wished to approach her but he knew full well he wouldn't be able to do that so grabbing another beer before he went over to her would be his preperation for that endevour. His last and possibly favorite choice was an orange haired with blonde highlights, five foot something, peace loving, skateboard riding, little hippie of a bombshell that went by the name of Ashley. He had totally forgotten he had gotten her to take pictures of the nights events in exchange for a penut butter and jelly sandwhich, twenty bucks, and two grams of weed. A fair exchange in his eyes for quality pictures and a slight chance and getting to know her. A difficult choice had to be made, and this difficult choice must be made quick. His mind kept fading in out to black, and his thirst for the drink had grown stronger, tell tail signs that a blackout was soon.
"Fuck, man I'm fucking, I'm fucking, fuck. I need to splash some water in my face. Excuse me, pardon, get the fuck out my way hoe. Damn man i didn't know they let orcas up in this piece. Haha," " Hey ho, we're you off to?" "What the fuck? Who you calling a hoe hoe. Look at you not even here two hours and you already got your self a fresh little breezy your arm, haha your a trip Latasha." "Eww, I thought i told you not to call me that." " Yeah I know, but I like your name its cute." "Whateverr, why you alone? I was expecting you to be all over some cow by now." "I would of been but you're already taken so I guess im shit outta luck sweetie." "Haha funny, bitch. How are you getting home tonight, you look absolutley bombed, and I want a fuckin' phone call at four in the morning from the sheriffs, asking me to come and identifie your body." "Aww, how cute, you care. But yeah I was planning on either meeting a lovlie little young lady who would drive my car to my place, come inside spark up some conversation, and see where it would go from there. It was either that or pass out in my backseat." "Hmm seems like a good plan, call me if you think your'e goin to die." (she reaches in kisses her ex boyfriend/old friend on the cheek and whispers in his ear to calm down.) and with that he was alone again and back on the hunt and into the restroom to collect himself. "Fuck man too drunk, to high off pills, I'm pretty much fucked on this one but whatever, be strong man, be strong. Look at yourself in the mirror and say your a piece of shit. You're a piece of shit. A good looking piece of shit at that. Haha, fuck, your ugly, your momma dresses you funny, and nobody likes you. Now get out there and smile you son of bitch.
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