Making Love To The Holy Ghost pt. 6

-Into The Bear Pit-

(My Diagnoses reads I'm fucked, there's no controlling this disease. My life began when I stopped living someone elses. Four years for college, get a job, settle down and raise a family. That sounds like slavery to me.) " Truer words have never been spoken Strydirt" The days after the waking up with random broad in his bed trudged on with out incident. The excitement that performing had long ran out, and nothing but agony was left inside of him again. Each day turned into a rerun of its self. Wake up, smoke gritt, stare longingly onto a blank piece of paper trying to will his mind to write a new piece of work, after a few hours of this he would get tired of sitting around and staring into the preverbial nohting that has turned into his life and hop back into bed light up a joint and smoke the hours away."Come on, come on, there's got to be way more to this. How the fuck did it get to the point where I have noone to turn to? Why me? Why the fuck did I get stuck with this burden of lonliness, this mass of emotions that weigh down on my heart and soul. Fuck man, It's almost time to head out to the fucking Airliner. Need to find my stupid shoes and keys." As he searched and dug through the piles of clothes and discarded baggies, the familuar sound of hatebreed blared out of his pocket. (jesus christ such a pretty face....)" Fuck I thought you was broken, little shit haven't rang in a long time. Hello," "Hey Angel, your working tonight right? I can't wait to go see you!" "Uhh yeah, I'ma, yeah I'm goin to be there tonight, but uhhh question... Who is this? Awkard silences are usually a favorite of his, but the fact that this mystery girls voice was very appelling, Boy wonder started hoping that his phone had cut out but anyways... Umm, you there?" Yeah I'm just waiting for you to ask your question." Oh, uh yeah my question I was just wondering what time you where planning to show up.


fourty five minutes spent in the shower half getting clean and the other half trying to figure out the identity of Cher Chez La Voice, but more importantly why anybody would be excited to see him on a tuesday where he would be holed up at the goddmaned Airliner. It simply baffled him and left his brain in a tired gray mushified state of being. After some time spent on this and a few pre-work beers. Angel grabbed a road-beer and was off into the depths of Lincoln Heights to do work at his horrid place, which only good that it offers is no good at all, for when he arrives a cold glass of New Castle will be waiting for him along with his hard uncomfortable chair."Christ all fucking mighty! What the flip is up with all these damn cars out and about right now, theres no need for all you assholes to be outside right now goin to your clubs/bars/brothels or what have you damn it. Go home you fucking bastards. Fucking scumbags, scumbag bastards.Thank god or zues or who ever the hell is up there fucking with me on a constant basis.Fuck yeah I, have finally arrived. Perfect timing too i just ran out of beer. ugh!" He tosses the bottle across the street at a hobo riding a beach cruiser." Fuck you hobo! You don't exist, your only a figment of a figment from my stupid imagination. Piece of shit, mother fucker!" "Hey Boy Blunder." "Huh, wha? Another hobo? Oh shit haha, if it isn't C.V himself, or should I say herself? You seem to have a moose knuckle goin' on where your supposed penis is suppose to be located but whatever, if you wanna have long hair and wear pants that show off your mangina, by all means be my guest." "You done?" "Uhhh, yeah I guess I am what do you want?" "Well I was just vanquishing some inner demons and what not..." "Is that why you pegged that hobo with a beer bottle?" " Silly Vince, hobos aren't real, just figmants of our imaginations. I thought you knew that." Vincent looks at Angel with the kind of look that many have given him before when they are trying to figure out if he is either fucking with them, drunk, or just crazy in general. Vince figured it to be a combination of all three so with that he said."O..k..., uh, lets just get to work man Luis said its gonna be a busy night." "Why people are actually gonna come tonight?" "No Torin is coming tonight." " Who the fuck is Torin?" " Torin is the lady Luis has been sticking it in, and since she's coming down tonight your goin to have to work both the sound and door while i double up on both bars and set up for the bands." Fucking rad. Well no sense in dicking 'round here lets get to it bossman." And with a vigorus smack to Vincents ass they both got to work.


The night started slow and seemed to go on forever. No new faces, no good bands, and all shitty music provided by subpar d.j's who think theyre fucking "spinning" the VMA's or some stupid shit like that. But before long three hours had come and gone, and our fair hero had long forgotten about Cher Chez La Voice and her impending arrival. So instead of sipping on water and staying hydrated to keep on top of his game due to Luis opting to stay in his office meticulously wiping his balls with a baby wipe cuz he was so sure tonight was goin to be the night he really handled Torin, cuz despite Vince's view on Luis, Angel could see that Luis was just talking out of his ass due to the fact that no man who was already getting some wouldn't be trying as hard as he was. "Son of a bitch, Vince! Where the hell is Luis at, is that fucker done trimming his pubes or rubbing one out, or whatever the hell he's doin in that damn office of his." "I don't know man, I'm pissed too. He said he wouldn't stay hold up in there the whole time fucking time just, um keep trying to do a good job, yeah, yeah! Just keep doin a good job man." "Whatev...." "Angel!!" all of a sudden the place goes black, warm hands are covering his eyes and a light bulb goes on off in his head."Cher Chez La Voice?" "Huh, no silly its me.
Jackie!"

Making Love To The Holy Ghost pt. 5

-To Be Continued...-

Calm nothing, soothing cold darkness, silence.Everything is as it should be. Perfect, awesome, fucking great,what could be wrong with this situation."Son of a cock sucking monkey slut, why the fuck are my curtains pulled open, how the fingy did I get home, and who the fuck is this hoe in my bed? Hey, Heeeeey, tarakuhn, girl in my bed wake up!" "Huh, ughh why you being so loud baby?" "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, just, wait, who are you? How did you end up in my bed and what the fuck, why is this condom on my cock covered in blood? This shit is fucking sick, haha ughh, aahh, fucking gross.""What do you mean who am I? You forgot my name already you fucking dick?" " NO, I didn't forget your name, I just don't know it on account of me blacking out last night." "Oh spare me your lame ass story, if you just wanted me to get out you should of said so, you stupid lame ass bitch." Mystery girl got up and grabbed her clothes and purse and walked away rather bow legged and with a look of discomfort on her face which sparked a flash of last night that made Angel laugh so hard that he cracked his back. " Hahah, I can't believe she believed that it's easier for a girl to cum if she takes it in the ass, ahaahha I'm so glad I remembered that. But what the fuck, what happened last night? Who was that hoe, and where's phone, need make some phone calls and oh my god, I think I may have killed someone last night, that or I stuck my phone up that chicks bloody ass vagina. Uhhggg so fucking gross. but uhgh." As he searched for a sock or some sort of rag to wipe off his blood soaked phone he noticed that it had accumulated fourty five new messages and twelve new voicemails. Normally angel wouldn't bother even reading this many messages but since he was in a very public place with a mynute amount of friends he figured that the fastest way to find out what he did last night was to go through all the "dude you where so wasted last night!!" and "Did you make it home last night" the "Fucking shit man you love getting fucked up don't you good times good times. and of course the " you fucking dick, you spilled your drink on me and then called me a cock loving sperm dumpster and then spilled another drink on me" and after about ten or so messages of this he was about close his phone and go back to bed when he spotted a message from Blackie Blackerson that went like this."Who do you think you are for christ sakes..your just an asshole.laying around letting the world pass you by. me and you me and you we used to laugh at all the kids doin what your doin and look at your self mr kickass..mr im invincible your not..your fucking not your a big ass mess and you even know it..walking around thinking that your still on top of your game when in fact you couldnt be any further from the truth your ugly nobody likes you and your mother dresses you funny... <3 dreezy." "Ha! That hoe, she stole that last part from me."

Making Love With The Holy Ghost pt. 4

-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.