Yeah, hey...
I have a story. And don't even look if you're just going to skim. If you judge, do it. I'm not stopping you. Abbreviation = I D F C.
I'm not looking for advice. Just thought I'd post about a really weird two nights. Like, if I posted this on my myspace, **** would spread, so yeah...
Well, the first night, I missed a concert, got drunk, and went to Taco Bell. So...Big ups, right?
Next night....
Guy that I haven't talked to in a LONG time. I mean, long ass time. We used to be the absolute closest of friends. Chill everyday. Fight. Cause mischief.
This dude understood me, and I understood him. I had to take him to the hospital when he broke his arm on my trampoline years ago. He's a skater and he breaks bones. ALL the time. I've always just been concerned, there for him, make sure he's okay, whatever.
We were always open with eachother. It didn't matter. Had nowhere to sleep one time, so we slept in the same bed. I could NEVER be that comfortable with another friend. EVER. If it was cold outside, we'd huddle for warmth like a couple of idiots. I dunno, that's just how we were.
So, after finally being allowed to talk to him (controlling ex-g/f's fault, long story, who gives a
.), we finally got the chance to chill tonight.
Now, he's "straight-edge". But I gave that **** up years ago. I realized life was too short.
I really stopped giving a
about a lot of things, over the last year or so. And I've just been kinda living it up since the break-up, 'cause I don't want to miss the best years on account of being tied down.
So, him and I...We go to a hookah bar. I'm always there. Always. Local shows, smoke hookah, relax.
I order a hookah, and take a big hit. He sees the smoke pouring out of my mouth, and is pretty much taken aback. (He remembers the uh...**** straightedge me.)
I offer for him to take a hit, and he's VERY nervous. You can tell, the whole time we're there, he wants to leave. He's just trying to talk about anything and everything to get his mind off of where he is. He doesn't want to smoke.
The few times he did take a hit, he wouldn't even take in any. He'd puff out a little cloud and say, "Oh, that's so relaxing". I know he's just trying to fit in. 'Cause it takes more than a few heavy drags to make me dizzy, and I'm very light. (so is he, but that's besides the point.)
So, um...He starts coughing, and..."
everything, let's have a good time" turns into, "Holy ****, are you okay?" in an instant.
Then I realized it.
I care for him more than anybody, currently.
, anybody else could be turning purple, and I'd laugh. (I know me, I've seen me do it.)
I missed the hell outta this kid. Big time. The whole night on, was just all about making him happy. And that was cool with me.
(Here's your crazy part.)
So he starts talking to me about all of his abstract art, and he's got these amazing ideas that speak to today's society. Political stuff, outcasts, snooty business people, you name it. And I'm impressed.
Then, it gets weird, because I find myself giving him that look (yes homo). Yeah...No. Not happening. Never even looked at a guy like that in person. But I did. And it was alright with me, for once.
It's like, uh...Whaddya' call it? You know someone for a long time, you're comfortable, open with them. You've taken care of them, etc. etc.
I dunno. For a dude, he's pretty
in' feminine/attractive. Not that I'd ever want to end up mixing it up with my friend, here, 'cause that would be akward.
But, he did stare at me for a while, then show me what I can do to my hair to make it "match me perfectly". (Yeah, IDFK...)
Skip to later...A buddy of mine works at the gas station, so we go there to just chill/steal drinks/blow stuff up in the microwave/etc...
I don't know how it came up, but the three of us are just chatting, pissing the night away, and I tell him that he has "nice eyes". (Again, IDFK....)
Back to his house. He's playin' team fortress 2, or whatever. I'm chillin on the bed, watching some british comedy crap.
I eventually leave, and he goes to high-five me, or something cliche. I don't know. But I didn't go for it, and I hugged him instead. And y'know what? It was
in' interesting.
I drove home confused as hell. I listened to random songs and stuff, trying to figure out what the hell I was thinking. I mean, 'cause I COMPLETELY forgot about the girl I was just seeing oh...six hours before this.
Came home, had a drink. I needed it.
Still kinda stressed, or whatever you want to call it. It's like 8 in the morning, and I only got back like an hour and a half ago.
What a night...
C-R-A-Z-Y. Like donkey kong, or some ****.
