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So had a good ol' drunken white-trash ho-down up and down the streets between our apartments this morning about three or four. It was beautiful. It really was.
It all started when she called me already all fucked up at like eight, to tell me that she wasn't going to come back for when she told me she was. In the background I could hear some dude telling her to "hang the phone up. Fuck him..." etc. Meh.
So I vomited on myself and then took a shower and headed into town.
And had a pretty good night. Didn't get into any hyjinx with the fairer sex, but I ran into the friend of a friend I had when I was like twelve. he was all really pissed off until he found out it was me. Good to talk to the dude realy. Made me want to listen to van halen (I) again.
and spun across a couple of diffrent venues, before settling into Lilly's. I was on a vodka kick. Yeah, so there i was with the top itchie and the cowboy from the royal crowns (and they can't be bothered with me really) but this other dude comes over and starts listening into the conversation.
After the itchie and the royal crown departed, this new, mysterious dude starts by telling me "i've known you for years, but this is the first time I've had the guts to talk to you"
Huh?
turns out he is friends with the younger of the tamborine brothers. The older tamborine brother was my best friend in high school. And this guy was pretty freaking cool. Can't really remember what we were talking about the whole time (the Ketel will do that to you) but ended up outside the bar with Fireworks.
Mike, the guy that owns Lilly's, gets kinda nervous sometimes. I know this. as they were kicking us olut the door, I turned to him and asked if it was allright to set off some fireworks. And he told me to go for it. (I have a healthy respect for the guy. normally I wouldn't ask you know...) But then when the firework began to spew sparks and tiny roman balls and whistles all over 2:30 am atwells, he came running out all emotionally akimbo with me. I'm not sure if I can go back into the joint. I'll find out tonight.
Yeah, so. cab home and the dutchess. I get home and stumble over there without shoes or a shirt and a beer in my hand. Of course. Walk into her apartment and put the checque on a table and walk out. Not a word. She is screaming about "the blond you were with tonight" (I wish I had been with a blonde...) and is pulling one of these walking in front of me-tellingme to "hit me motherfucker...Go ahead hit me.." and all that kind of BS. I have to admit that there was one point that I really wanted to. It was the point when she started hitting me. But this is the nordEnd of warren RI. We don't call the cops on each other.
I dunno. I think we are going to have round two tonight. She has a lot of resentment and anger built up inside of her.
And you know what? So do I. So do I.
It all started when she called me already all fucked up at like eight, to tell me that she wasn't going to come back for when she told me she was. In the background I could hear some dude telling her to "hang the phone up. Fuck him..." etc. Meh.
So I vomited on myself and then took a shower and headed into town.
And had a pretty good night. Didn't get into any hyjinx with the fairer sex, but I ran into the friend of a friend I had when I was like twelve. he was all really pissed off until he found out it was me. Good to talk to the dude realy. Made me want to listen to van halen (I) again.
and spun across a couple of diffrent venues, before settling into Lilly's. I was on a vodka kick. Yeah, so there i was with the top itchie and the cowboy from the royal crowns (and they can't be bothered with me really) but this other dude comes over and starts listening into the conversation.
After the itchie and the royal crown departed, this new, mysterious dude starts by telling me "i've known you for years, but this is the first time I've had the guts to talk to you"
Huh?
turns out he is friends with the younger of the tamborine brothers. The older tamborine brother was my best friend in high school. And this guy was pretty freaking cool. Can't really remember what we were talking about the whole time (the Ketel will do that to you) but ended up outside the bar with Fireworks.
Mike, the guy that owns Lilly's, gets kinda nervous sometimes. I know this. as they were kicking us olut the door, I turned to him and asked if it was allright to set off some fireworks. And he told me to go for it. (I have a healthy respect for the guy. normally I wouldn't ask you know...) But then when the firework began to spew sparks and tiny roman balls and whistles all over 2:30 am atwells, he came running out all emotionally akimbo with me. I'm not sure if I can go back into the joint. I'll find out tonight.
Yeah, so. cab home and the dutchess. I get home and stumble over there without shoes or a shirt and a beer in my hand. Of course. Walk into her apartment and put the checque on a table and walk out. Not a word. She is screaming about "the blond you were with tonight" (I wish I had been with a blonde...) and is pulling one of these walking in front of me-tellingme to "hit me motherfucker...Go ahead hit me.." and all that kind of BS. I have to admit that there was one point that I really wanted to. It was the point when she started hitting me. But this is the nordEnd of warren RI. We don't call the cops on each other.
I dunno. I think we are going to have round two tonight. She has a lot of resentment and anger built up inside of her.
And you know what? So do I. So do I.