instead of the typical bullshit, i present to you a little story i've been working on for a while. enjoy!!
buzzing, almost spinning, as usual. people are beginning to talk. only one person so far, but shell come around. shes afraid im getting the shakes. im not though, im just unemployed and like to have a good time. no one can hang with me now, im in the upper echelon, all by myself.
my first exposure to alcohol consumption was in 1996, maybe. dana was 21, daughter of a family that had squandered a fortune in the restaraunt business. the failure was of legendary proportions; locals used hushed tones when discussing the atwood family implosion. can you believe tony atwood was able to drink a three million dollar restaraunt empire down the drain in eight months? her old man got the fuck out of there, lickety-split. consequently, she and her mother took jobs selling cars at a buy-here-pay-here lot to the south of council bluffs. i bought a ford taurus wagon from danas mom and it got repo-ed two months later. it was bad luck, but dana was a sweetheart to stick with me through it and she taught me how to drink. i had my first beer at her place on leavenworth & park ave., and lit one of my eyebrows on fire trying to light a pall mall from her goddamn gas stove. the singed hair stank, but she kissed me with some sort of authority. i had my first taste of whiskey the day i helped her move into her place in dundee. we didnt fuck that night, but we would have had i not spent the majority of the night puking in and just to the side of her toilet. she let me borrow her copy of the stranger and i didnt see her again for almost three months.
dana was wild about talent. problem was, i didnt have much. bands came through town and dana would bat her eyes and bed down with various touring indie rockers. drummers, mainly. i was in a crummy local band, broke as shit and aching for female companionship; her reputation as starfucker was never a problem for me. secretly i thought it was cool that i had a shot at fucking someone who fucked someone from dinosaur jr.
we bumped into each other again when i moved into a $200 apartment on the same block. no steps were lost. we shared similar taste in music, and she sent me home with an armload of books to read. many bottles were emptied and we became closer. we communicated best nonverbally, in a series of eyebrow lifts, winks, eyerolls, and squints. it was a 30 second courtyard walk from her place to my place, talk about convenience! we were within three blocks of the 49er, the underwood, trovatos, and the liquor store. after last call it was usually her place, her record collection was astounding, plus she had a bed and there were no rats. we fell asleep together listening to bauhaus, when things were still platonic between us. the first time we fucked, we listened to the cars.
the sex was something awful.
thank you for playing.......
buzzing, almost spinning, as usual. people are beginning to talk. only one person so far, but shell come around. shes afraid im getting the shakes. im not though, im just unemployed and like to have a good time. no one can hang with me now, im in the upper echelon, all by myself.
my first exposure to alcohol consumption was in 1996, maybe. dana was 21, daughter of a family that had squandered a fortune in the restaraunt business. the failure was of legendary proportions; locals used hushed tones when discussing the atwood family implosion. can you believe tony atwood was able to drink a three million dollar restaraunt empire down the drain in eight months? her old man got the fuck out of there, lickety-split. consequently, she and her mother took jobs selling cars at a buy-here-pay-here lot to the south of council bluffs. i bought a ford taurus wagon from danas mom and it got repo-ed two months later. it was bad luck, but dana was a sweetheart to stick with me through it and she taught me how to drink. i had my first beer at her place on leavenworth & park ave., and lit one of my eyebrows on fire trying to light a pall mall from her goddamn gas stove. the singed hair stank, but she kissed me with some sort of authority. i had my first taste of whiskey the day i helped her move into her place in dundee. we didnt fuck that night, but we would have had i not spent the majority of the night puking in and just to the side of her toilet. she let me borrow her copy of the stranger and i didnt see her again for almost three months.
dana was wild about talent. problem was, i didnt have much. bands came through town and dana would bat her eyes and bed down with various touring indie rockers. drummers, mainly. i was in a crummy local band, broke as shit and aching for female companionship; her reputation as starfucker was never a problem for me. secretly i thought it was cool that i had a shot at fucking someone who fucked someone from dinosaur jr.
we bumped into each other again when i moved into a $200 apartment on the same block. no steps were lost. we shared similar taste in music, and she sent me home with an armload of books to read. many bottles were emptied and we became closer. we communicated best nonverbally, in a series of eyebrow lifts, winks, eyerolls, and squints. it was a 30 second courtyard walk from her place to my place, talk about convenience! we were within three blocks of the 49er, the underwood, trovatos, and the liquor store. after last call it was usually her place, her record collection was astounding, plus she had a bed and there were no rats. we fell asleep together listening to bauhaus, when things were still platonic between us. the first time we fucked, we listened to the cars.
the sex was something awful.
thank you for playing.......
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Well i miss you, and wicsh you'd come around more often. talk to you soon, by the way how's my framed hello Kitty picture doing?