Saturday Feb 11, 2006

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SOOO PISSED!!!!

A few years ago I used to work at this bar Hot Pink. about a year after I stopped working there I was drinking at the establishment and I saw a guy there named Nate, Nate was PISS DRUNK! and totally out of control, he fell into some guy on the dance floor and the guy was about to kick his ass, and not in a nice way... I grabbed Nate in all his drunken glory and walked him to the front half of the bar... I didnt walk him outside, I didnt even take him to teh door... I just walked him away from the fight he was about to get into. I told him he was fucked up and needed to go home.

Nate and the girl he was with stumbled outside and I went back to not working, to enjoying myself at a bar.

Nate was not a friend of mine. He was a guy I knew. A party kid who got fucked up all the time. He lived his life the way he lived his life... thats his deal. Not mine.

That night, nate and the two girls in the car they were in wrecked and Nate died. Maybe some girl died too. I never bothered to find out. It wasnt my affair. We werent friends, we were barely aquaintances.

A few days later, the rumor got back to me: "Chet kicked Nate out of the bar and he wrecked and died"

FUCK YOU! I say to everyone, FUCK YOU TO HELL AND BACK! I made very public statements that I did not work at that place and didnt kick anyone out of anyplace. But still it got back to me... "What the fuck dude, that kid died"

I must have explained myself a hundred times and it seems no one gives a shit. I tell my story and no one listens.

Tonight I was at a party and there was a girl there. This girls name is Leslie. Ive known leslie from around for a number of years and tried to say hi to her twice in the evening, the first time she blew me off, the second time I was leaving and she blew me off again, so I said "Well, if youre gonna be a fucking cunt, thats your deal, kiss my ass, Whats your fucking problem?" and her reply is something to the effect of "Say hi to Nate, you fucking killed him"

So I totally get in her face because Im all about confronting ridiculous party kid ignorance and I tell her how it is... I didnt work there, I didnt kick him out, while I saw him that night, I had nothing to do with the stupid shit choices he made. and how dare that cunt try to put that on my head. She mouths off to me about "Tell that to his mother" or some such and Ive had my fill so I spit in her face...

Not a cool way to react, but the deed is done... she smacks me and I turn and walk away, she hits me twice more before I turn to her again, grab her hand before she can hit me again and I push her away. She stumbles and falls on her ass as she screams at me, at a crowded party "You fucking kill Nate and then you spit on me and push me down, youre really tough"

yes, thats exactly how it goes down. I killed a kid and beat up a girl. Thats how I, Chet Clayton Felkins, roll. Best not fuck with me, or I will kill some kid you knew, and spit on you and push you down.

If youre gonna live the party lifestyle. If youre gonna DUI for kicks. If youre gonna run wild and stupid with all your friends, expect casualties. Its going to happen. And fucking shame on you for putting those tragedies on the heads of others because you refuse to take responsibility for the way things go down.

Nate chose his life, and ultimately chose his ridiculous end. Ill argue that to the death, dude got what he paid for and the only one to blame is himself. Shame of his stupid aquaintances (probably not even friends) for not having the maturity to realize he played the cards he was dealt... Time these assholes grew the fuck up
synseven:
Holy shit, I seriously feel you (except my story is the oppisite bout the victim), I left the U of Illionis cause a very close friend of mine ( Kevin Moore) was murdered, and to this day his sister and others think it's my fault. He graduated early , but stayed for another year cause me and another one of our friends had 1 year to go ( we were best friends/ roomates, he was the nicest person I have ever met, always smiled, would help anyone out, I'd trade my life to this day for his, cause I am nothing like him). He had a job lined up and everything, well I begged and pleaded with him him to come out to a halloween party ( he didn't like the party scene, never drank), and finally he did..long story short.....a 17 year old couldn't get in ( 21 and up) and fired 4 shots into the windows "just to scare people", 1st shot everybody was running, I took about 3 steps when I "felt" something wrong, turned around and he was face down on the floor, shot in the side of the head. (the "kid" got 3 years jail, 5 years probation, he was "truely sorry" and cryed at court, I was there, and if it wasn't for my girlfriend, I was going to take a life for a life , makes me sick) To this day I remeber it like a movie, I just sank against the wall, and kept hitting the floor yelling "fuck", and it was sooo quiet, till Danny ( the other friend) came inside saying, "yo, you seen K?" and he saw, and became shocked, he didn't move, or say a word. Well the next 6 month, I was fucked up, let alone I had to deal with his girlfriend, sister and other "friends", say " Well he wouldn't of been here if it wasn't for you " ( back then I was never sober, 24 hours a day, always high or drunk, for about 3 years straight, so a lot of people felt it was my "bad influece" ) At his funeral his sister hit me so many times that I couldn't count, and I took everyone of them. Then she hugged me and cryed. For about a month I took out my 40. cal H&K and told God he took the wrong one, and I'd make it right by taking my life. But his death changed me, and cleaned me up...and nobody cared. Fuck em.

Sorry for the long post, brings back memories reading yours, even though completly different circumstances.

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