artdamage

Getting stoned and going to OMSIS's I-MAX usually sounds like a good idea, especially if you havn't smoked for awhile. But I made the mistake of getting their too early and was infected with hundreds of loud mouthed- snot running nosed-kids. How was I susposed to know that Thursday night is the "Omsi lock-in". No it's not a prision term, all the little fuckers get to spend the night running around drunk from sugar and tweak'd from no sleep..which don't get me wrong, as a kid that would be pretty cool!
I have a newphew who is the coolest six year old in Portland, but theses kids, these kids made me want to vomit. Sweat ran down my forehead and I waited nervously in line, wanting to just get inside and sit down, but instead was circled by a girl and her croony friends who couln't stop snezzin' and one of 'em had mud on her hands and shorts. Mud? Where the fuck did that come from? I felt like lighting myself on fire just when an underaged looking girl...I think it was a girl...opened the doors and unleashed us inside like wild animals. Finally.
I grabb'd my seat but my high wasn't as numbing as before so I made a trip to the upper level bathroom that had the cleaning sign and an orange cone in front of the door. Perfect. I slipped inside, literally, and took a nice long toke. I got back to my seat to find the "mud girl" sitting two seats over. Fucking mud. Thats when the lights dimmed and nearly fell foward catching myself on the closest seat, and rolled down into a dark corner, sitting quickly, and finally, the movie had started.