Albert King
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2010
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- 14
A cold breeze flows in from the balcony door way. A tall scrawny white boy named Vin laying on the floor is opening his eyes for the first time in the morning. Deep sigh, deep grin..."shit..." he exclaimed. The initial strange realization of awaking in an unknown location was startling. He looked around this dark damp foreign landscape of beer bottles, cigarettes, pill jars of all varieties shapes, sizes, colors bejeweled and scattered around the room. Convinced that he had been transported to a Sahara desert of cigarette ash he had appropriately nested in the night before. Closing his eyes then sitting up and do the morning blink and dust himself off. The image came together and Vin realized he was in a someones room. That much was clear. Fresh cigarette smoke danced in the air space above. A fresh lit one lay sitting lonely in an ash tray conveniently on desk sitting adjacent to Vin.
A quick left/right, coast it clear, no one in the intersection. Vin stumbles over and grabs the new found cig. Inspecting it, sigh of gratitude "Vin's brand of death." "At least someone here smokes the good ones". A deep drag, exhale and another look around the room. Suddenly the sheets on the bed sitting next Vin started to move. Vin stepped back as body shapes morphed into the image from under the sheets. One head peaks out eyes only, possibly female, doesn't say anything just stares, like she was just as sure of her position as Vin was.
Vin stared for a couple seconds before saying "morning". The girl looked around and then at her partner in the sac still concealed under the blanket. The look of terror that was on her face Vin had seen this look before. It was the face of fear that you really really F'd up. The girl immediately with out saying a word jumps out of bed and runs naked out the bedroom door shutting it behind her. Vin hears two doors slam and knows the girl had just escaped the time warp by exiting the space capsule. "What the fuck?" "did I just say that?" Vin exclaimed.
A confused look fell upon Vin until he looked down at the desk and found two glass containers, one covered in foil and the other had a a sticker that said Salvia Divinorum 20x. It took Vin only a second to recall that their had been a drug binge here last night of epic proportions. Terror was the only word to describe the feeling he felt as he realized there was actually 5 more of these 20x vials completely emptied. The flashbacks came in waves, Vin remembered some long hair walking around with a foiled over eye dropper asking random strangers at the party if they would like a drop of Jesus.
Vin shook the vile of Jesus and hid it in a desk drawer just in case it would be needed later. He sat back down at the desk chair enjoying the cig trying to grasp reality one fragment at a time. "Maybe I should look under this blanket to see who the hell is under there, but did it really matter at this point? Do I want to know?" Vin thought to himself. Just then a figure sat up in the bed with the blanket still fully veiling their identity. "¿Dónde coño soy yo?!"(where the f am I?) groaned the figure. Down came the blanket and now there were two crazy eyed space monkeys starring right at each other. They didn't know what to say. Vin looked on with still half way to go on his cig. "yo" said Vin. The man nodded, confused at first, then yawned, putting his hands over his face. Speaking broken english "where am I?" he asked. Vin had never seen this portly mexican fella before, or did he? It was still to early to even begin to ponder these things. "We are still in the space capsule, god damnit, can't ya tell?" Vin tried to look as serious as possible obviously tripping out the man.
"Calm down son, we are going to call Huston and they will guide us back to base camp got it?." Vin hits his left pocket on his flannel long sleeve acknowledging the trusted pack of tobacco reserve. Pulling out a camel wide, handing to the man."Here smoke this". The man starred at Vin for a hard few seconds, then took the cig and sparked it up before taking a couple drags and laying back down in bed. He started cursing quietly in spanish before a deep grin settled over his expresstion.
Vin shook his head and began to realize that this entire time, music was still playing somewhere in the distance. Vin doesn't wear a watch as he has no need for time but he noticed a half beat up clock on the wall showing it was still 10 in the morning. Vin's instincts pointed to the fact that if Techno is blarring at 10am, it must still be a damn good party. But if he was going to leave the space capsule, he was going to have to go out there with some protection. Vin opened the drawer and grabbed his new found born again vial of jesus and put it into his pocket. "yo cheech, tiene's mota way?" Vin exclaimed. The unknown mexican fella looked up at me and pointed to a pair of jeans sitting on the chair. Vin reached in the pocket and what do ya know. Vin pulled out a bag of weed that appeared to be a couple grams of fairly decent smoke. Shuffling through the desk drawers he finds some rolling papers. These will have to do.
Vin skins one up for Captain Himself, and then throws another over to Cheech Aldrin. "Alright Cheech, I'm going on a mission. It may not be safe out there and we may not see each other again." Vin didn't think cheech could understand what he saying until cheech gave him the finger and rolled back into bed. Vin thought to himself if he was going to do this he was going to have to do this smart. Vin looked around again and noticed that there was random shit litterally hanging from ceiling of the room.
He instantly backed into a rotting banana hanging from a chain and fish hook. It was starting to get serious. Vin shook his head in a panic..."uh uhhh how am I going to get out of this?". There must have been 30+ pieces of univeral galactic non sense hanging from the ceiling. A beer can, a deflated naked blow up doll, a bicycle tire, numerous Compact discs with insightful phrases on them like "ribbot ribbot, haha, im a frog" just to name a few.
A tool chest lay earily quiet next to the balcony door way. Blankets were still covering the windows to the room and it was still to soon to face that sun just yet. Vin peaked out the door way only to confirm that somebody had been targeting practicing with a nail gun from the balcony last night. Vin could see nails all over the street below ...hundreds maybe thousands of nails sticking out of neighbors car doors and windows. Vin paused and then chuckled for a moment. Looking around he finds a life raft in the form of a 130 ft extention cord. Vin takes a look at the cord testing it for strength. "solid. craftsman solid." he nods sternly.
Vin steps over to the sleeping cheech and ties the cord around his sleeping torso before tieing the other end to his own torso. "Alright cheech, if I tug on this, you pull me back to the ship alright?". "no response". "good man cheech". Before re opening the capsule door Vin stumbles into a parody bill clinton mask hanging from the ceiling. He unhooks it and decided that it may be wise remain undercover. We don't know what kind of trouble is lurking out their Vin pondered. Putting on the mask and taking a last deep breath. Vin opens the capsule(bedroom for those who are lost) door and shuts it behind him.
Immediately the music is much louder than when inside the capsule. The outter part of the two story 4 bedroom spaceship does not look the same to Vin as it did last night. It looks backwards. The sound of a bong hit muffled by another room door takes center stage. Vin hears coughing and talking before opening the door to a room of overwhelming stench of cannabis. Vin stands there almost with out a que, mask on, extention cord attached at the torso, newly lit cig in hand. Three younger girls about 18-19 years old sit with two other dudes passing around a blackend glass straight tube. At first there was an omnious pause. I mean all things considered, Vin did catch these young whipper snappers without their masks on. Death would be the recourse if we were back on our home planet. One of the girls Vin recognized as Cindy. A beautiful young girl brunette, tall, green eyes,smart and loves to get down but so far not with vin. The girl to her left was Ashley, her blue eye blonde friend, stunning as hell but dumb as a door knob. Vin didn't recognize the two dudes or the third girl. Then a a loud stoney laugh broke the silence, "Brian, is that you?" exclaimed Ashley. Brian is her boyfriend. If you could wear your ass as at Hat, Brian would have his hat on 365 days a year even at bed time."hahah exclaimed the others laughing at the mask".
Vin stood over to the side of the corner of the room laughing not to loud with the crowd and nodding yes. "That mask is so funny. Is that Bill Clinton?". Vin nods without saying anything. "That's so funny, here come take a bowl with us, sucks you weren't here last night brah". Vin doesn't really care for these types but is enjoying this little prank of annomity and goes with it. Vin grabs the bong packed with green and snaps it away exhaling through the mask. One of the dudes breaks in stating "so did you see how retarded Amy was last night?".
Instant flash back and Vin recalls who this person was. Amy was Cheech's fellow butt pirate we found at the beginning of our adventure. Amy a stuck up 19 year old film school wanabe ended up doing what appears to be to much adderal, coke and alcohol and some how ended up trashing part of the house and sleeping with the neighbors 45 year old gardener, Jose Martinez aka Cheech. Vin smirked hard under the mask,tried hard to keep from laughing.
"yeah she's such a train wreck" explained the unknown third girl. Vin was nice and stoned but knew he would have to keep moving if he was going to get through this one. Vin realized he was still on the second story and had to get at least down stairs. Vin packed up a quick bowl and tried to leave without saying anything. Ashley called out, "hey babe, wait where are you going?". Vin went into a sign language mode pointing to the door. Ashley tells her comrads she is going to go downstairs and will come back. Everyone of them must be still stoned hard from last night or never went to bed because Ashley, sexy as she is, looks so red eyed and out of it but still wired. "can I come with?" she asks. Vin nods, opens the door and heads out with Ash. Ashley starts to laugh as she sees how serious "Brian" is about his life raft extention cord. "hahah your so high right now" she says. Ashley is kind of a ditz, and was obviously very high at this point. Higher than Vin? you judge.
Down a hall way and to the left was another group of young people with another different stash of drugs. Already stoned and high for breakfast. "Would you like syrup on your cocaine cakes?" joked one of the white kids while cranking up the already loud stereo blaring an actually accepted morning
dose of drum and bass.
It hits Vin that every great party always has a different room for a different drug. Every doorway opens up a whole other drug world dimension of sorts. These rooms go on simultaneously creating a unique environment and level of F ucked up that's hard to explain to outsiders. Something that has to be experienced first hand. This was no different. In the 2nd story den was two couches, a computer desk and chair, and an old school Piano with various other musical instruments. In the computer chair sat Damien. Around Damien, sat Damien's minions. A fun circus of junkies, thieves, whores, low level dealers, and aspiring dick wads. Damien though was pimp. He was like the cool devil surrounded by demons. His cool coldness made the minions pale in comparison. Damien moved serious weight. Two oz bags of uncut white caine just for the party so pure it would make the face numb like Novocaine. Vin didn't mess so much with cocaine but was cool with Damien. Damien must of recognized who Vin was despite the mask by what he was wearing. But still acknowledged "what the hell are you supposed to be?" everyone laughed. Without saying a word. Vin pulled out the spliff he rolled earlier and passed it to Damien. Being a seldom toker, Damien took the opp to smoke the
joint to his self as his high is usually about being in control and making money.
Vin hears Damien puffing away on the joint while he sits on the adjacent couch with Ashley. Vin looks over at Damien grinning his fat grin that he always does when something good is going down. Two seconds later a zipping up of the pants breaks the stoned silence. The next song ques on, another electronic bass track, some kind of dubstep. A sexy coked out little white girl pokes her head out from underneath the desk wiping her mouth. Damien laughs when the rest of his minions realize he was getting 007 head while everyone was just chillin' in the room. Damien was an attention whore like that. He was Mr big shot of his crew. Nobody ever stole from Damien or fucked him over. He was a main G. Damien looked over at Vin and asked, "ey does your girl want a line?"..Vin realized in his stoned stupor that Ashley still doesn't know he's not Brian. So Vin being Vin, looks over at Ashley, without hesitation she jumps up and Damien racks her a line. Ashley sits back on the couch eyes wide and grin wider. Vin hands Ashley a cig and lights it for her. Brian is normally and douche bag and won't let his woman smoke. So she was caught off gaurd at first but to stoned to care enough. Vin looks over at Damien and asks where is the room with the H? Damien laughs "its too early for that right now man.."
Damien shrugs and points to the room across the hall. Vin could already smell the stench of a good heroin den. Damien and Vin exchanged a fist pound and Vin stumbled his way over to the Den. The scene was grim, clothes all over the floor, all different people completely gone on the floor. In scents burning but not even touching the stench of the opiates. Vin could see a group already awake and chasing in the bathroom. Swim walked up with the mask on. One of the jokers in the group asked. "hey bill want a hit of the afghan?". Just like with Monica, this bill did not hesitate. Vin took a fat rip from the top of the foil down to the end. Holding the hit than exhaling. Opiated bliss. Finally some sort of tangibility. His mind slowed. Anxieties that were there a minute ago, gone like they never existed at all. Vin thanked the dude for the toot but before he would leave was offered a rail of powder of oxymorphone that this chem student extracted the night before.
10mg Little bump sent Vin flying. It was on now. Vins hard on was full - physically and metaphorically. Vin pulled out his blues brothers black shades and put them on top of the clitton mask. As Vin walks outside he sees wide eyed and excited Ashley come up running. She grabs Vin thinking its Brian, pushing her chest on his. She started to kiss his mask and saying that she feels turned on. "Now?" grunted Vin trying to sound like Brian. Before an answer could be received Vin was thrown into another room and pushed up against the door by Blue eyed Ashley. The rush from the morphine plus ashley's tight little ass thinking Vin was Brian. The situation was almost too much pleasure to handle all at once. "When in doubt, just shut up."Vin thought to himself. Ashley without hesitation pushes her ass right up into "Brian's" crotch area. "been waiting for you.." she says. Vin closes his eyes under his mask rushing/nodding. Vin is about 6 years older than Ashley but has known her for some time. Vin started to think how far he would let this go, but he was so smacked and when he gets smacked its all fair game.
Vin thought his cover would finanally be blown if she was to see his uncircumsized space shuttle and realize its not Brian. This was not to be the case. Ashley, Vin's new favorites ditz, didn't even bother to notice. Needless to say Vin learned an important lesson in that bathroom -- "Damien's cocaine will knock out a girls gag reflexes." "ha hah ha..ahh f ckin Damien..what a guy."
To Be Continued?
"Head with your Heroin? Am I king? Did I die and go to Jesus heaven?" Vin felt on top of world. Time slowed to a stop for at least ten minutes while in that room. The morphine was coming on strong and Ashley even stronger. Vin's eyes pin dot while enjoying the new found sin that is Ashley's mouth. To make the devil's deed worse, Vin hadn't showered in days.Coked out Ashley didn't seem phased. But this exciting little escape was to be a short lived. Beautiful as this blond goddess was, this had already gone too far for Vin. If Vin was to have Ashley's flower it was not going to be on these terms. "But how does one give up a good thing lord?" Vin pondered to himself as he noticed his shuttle going numb. Vin had to give credit for that. She wanted more. Vin knew he had to escape before situation turned really interesting. But how? "Not many ways to make a girl leave the room in this situation" he thought. Thankfully the look of panic was shielded by the bill clinton mask.
Time to go. Saved by a knock at the door. It was one of Ashley's stoner room comrades. Ashley got nervous and decided to abort mission, leaving with her friend Cindy to another part of the spaceship. Which in this case, a little perfect timing may have just saved Vin's ass. Alone in the room. Rushing like a late runaway train in the blood vein. Vin takes off the mask to inspects his pupils in the mirror. "wow...nice one, guy" laughing at himself. Vin knows the time has come to ditch the mask so he stashes the mask and the shirt he was wearing in obscured area of the room. With the shuttle now docked in the hanger Vin looks down to his surprise sees the extension cord was attached to his torso the entire time. This brings Vin much stoned humor as the cord was how Cindy found them...turned out to be lifeline after all.
After ditching the life raft and a quick trip to the restroom sink it was time to make his way downstairs. Vin reckoned it couldn't even be noon yet if his guess was worth anything. * tap tap* "damn forgot the cigs in the flannel pocket." "It's already looking to be one of those days" Vin gladly sparks up another wide. There is definitely some commotion going on down stairs and he knows he better just keep moving. Down the crap laden stairs, brings you to the main living room to the right and the dining area kitchen to the left. "Somebody wreaked havoc here last night." Vin let out. If the room upstairs was a space capsule. This had to be something completely different. First assumptions would point to a food fight. But lets remember that when you assume you make an ass out of you and me. To take credit for the mess would be a disservice to the breed of asshole that created this weekend fun camp down stairs. Vin couldn't help but notice the crack head tent forts pitched in the living room with random fiends young and old starting their morning with beer and coke. The stench of burnt Ammonia was getting him light headed.
Bottles could be heard clanking in the kitchen.. more "A" students starting to wake up. The stench of Alcohol and cigarettes was undeniable...The day old fermented scent of cheap liquor, cheap tobacco and orgy filled the down stairs air. A brief glance around the food tiled floor showed two shopping carts just chilling next to the oven and microwave center stage. Mayhem and plunder were written on the facial expression of the young cadette guarding the steel cages on wheels. Vin looked puzzled at the young man to which the young man replied with a cracked out happiness " We had gone shopping! Now these are our carts!". Vin nodded and backed away, "cool beans" he advised. Apparently this group had stolen the carts, had been racing them down the hill last night and when that got boring they brought them inside the house to crash into things with. Holes in dry wall were obvious indications of this good time.
Vin had made it this far and still no answers. No recollection of the last couple days. Hell didn't even know what day it was. Vin didn't care and It didn't matter. He took a deep sigh of relief and just sat back on the stair case enjoying a great cig and even better nod. A cheerful reminder of many things to be grateful for. For starters this wasn't Vin's house. This much was clear. Vin sure does love shenanigans in other peoples houses. Vin was on the nod dammit and he did appreciate it. The introspection was cut short by someone "also not the home owner" proclaiming, "Who the hell is gonna clean this shit up?". Vin chimed in jokingly well it's a little early for orders Captain but we could always send the crack heads on a cleaning scavenger hunt. A laugh was shared. Brief conversation and cigarettes exchanged. Whether it was the nail gun archery outside or the sight of the family dog licking crap off a young girls face without interruption. Vin pondered getting the hell out of dodge for awhile at least until the shit cleared out. After cracking a window, Vin heads for the front door and looks through the peep hole before exiting the space ship. "Coast is clear. Sun is shining brightly. Thank god for the shades." Vin mumbled to himself.
A quick left/right, coast it clear, no one in the intersection. Vin stumbles over and grabs the new found cig. Inspecting it, sigh of gratitude "Vin's brand of death." "At least someone here smokes the good ones". A deep drag, exhale and another look around the room. Suddenly the sheets on the bed sitting next Vin started to move. Vin stepped back as body shapes morphed into the image from under the sheets. One head peaks out eyes only, possibly female, doesn't say anything just stares, like she was just as sure of her position as Vin was.
Vin stared for a couple seconds before saying "morning". The girl looked around and then at her partner in the sac still concealed under the blanket. The look of terror that was on her face Vin had seen this look before. It was the face of fear that you really really F'd up. The girl immediately with out saying a word jumps out of bed and runs naked out the bedroom door shutting it behind her. Vin hears two doors slam and knows the girl had just escaped the time warp by exiting the space capsule. "What the fuck?" "did I just say that?" Vin exclaimed.
A confused look fell upon Vin until he looked down at the desk and found two glass containers, one covered in foil and the other had a a sticker that said Salvia Divinorum 20x. It took Vin only a second to recall that their had been a drug binge here last night of epic proportions. Terror was the only word to describe the feeling he felt as he realized there was actually 5 more of these 20x vials completely emptied. The flashbacks came in waves, Vin remembered some long hair walking around with a foiled over eye dropper asking random strangers at the party if they would like a drop of Jesus.
Vin shook the vile of Jesus and hid it in a desk drawer just in case it would be needed later. He sat back down at the desk chair enjoying the cig trying to grasp reality one fragment at a time. "Maybe I should look under this blanket to see who the hell is under there, but did it really matter at this point? Do I want to know?" Vin thought to himself. Just then a figure sat up in the bed with the blanket still fully veiling their identity. "¿Dónde coño soy yo?!"(where the f am I?) groaned the figure. Down came the blanket and now there were two crazy eyed space monkeys starring right at each other. They didn't know what to say. Vin looked on with still half way to go on his cig. "yo" said Vin. The man nodded, confused at first, then yawned, putting his hands over his face. Speaking broken english "where am I?" he asked. Vin had never seen this portly mexican fella before, or did he? It was still to early to even begin to ponder these things. "We are still in the space capsule, god damnit, can't ya tell?" Vin tried to look as serious as possible obviously tripping out the man.
"Calm down son, we are going to call Huston and they will guide us back to base camp got it?." Vin hits his left pocket on his flannel long sleeve acknowledging the trusted pack of tobacco reserve. Pulling out a camel wide, handing to the man."Here smoke this". The man starred at Vin for a hard few seconds, then took the cig and sparked it up before taking a couple drags and laying back down in bed. He started cursing quietly in spanish before a deep grin settled over his expresstion.
Vin shook his head and began to realize that this entire time, music was still playing somewhere in the distance. Vin doesn't wear a watch as he has no need for time but he noticed a half beat up clock on the wall showing it was still 10 in the morning. Vin's instincts pointed to the fact that if Techno is blarring at 10am, it must still be a damn good party. But if he was going to leave the space capsule, he was going to have to go out there with some protection. Vin opened the drawer and grabbed his new found born again vial of jesus and put it into his pocket. "yo cheech, tiene's mota way?" Vin exclaimed. The unknown mexican fella looked up at me and pointed to a pair of jeans sitting on the chair. Vin reached in the pocket and what do ya know. Vin pulled out a bag of weed that appeared to be a couple grams of fairly decent smoke. Shuffling through the desk drawers he finds some rolling papers. These will have to do.
Vin skins one up for Captain Himself, and then throws another over to Cheech Aldrin. "Alright Cheech, I'm going on a mission. It may not be safe out there and we may not see each other again." Vin didn't think cheech could understand what he saying until cheech gave him the finger and rolled back into bed. Vin thought to himself if he was going to do this he was going to have to do this smart. Vin looked around again and noticed that there was random shit litterally hanging from ceiling of the room.
He instantly backed into a rotting banana hanging from a chain and fish hook. It was starting to get serious. Vin shook his head in a panic..."uh uhhh how am I going to get out of this?". There must have been 30+ pieces of univeral galactic non sense hanging from the ceiling. A beer can, a deflated naked blow up doll, a bicycle tire, numerous Compact discs with insightful phrases on them like "ribbot ribbot, haha, im a frog" just to name a few.
A tool chest lay earily quiet next to the balcony door way. Blankets were still covering the windows to the room and it was still to soon to face that sun just yet. Vin peaked out the door way only to confirm that somebody had been targeting practicing with a nail gun from the balcony last night. Vin could see nails all over the street below ...hundreds maybe thousands of nails sticking out of neighbors car doors and windows. Vin paused and then chuckled for a moment. Looking around he finds a life raft in the form of a 130 ft extention cord. Vin takes a look at the cord testing it for strength. "solid. craftsman solid." he nods sternly.
Vin steps over to the sleeping cheech and ties the cord around his sleeping torso before tieing the other end to his own torso. "Alright cheech, if I tug on this, you pull me back to the ship alright?". "no response". "good man cheech". Before re opening the capsule door Vin stumbles into a parody bill clinton mask hanging from the ceiling. He unhooks it and decided that it may be wise remain undercover. We don't know what kind of trouble is lurking out their Vin pondered. Putting on the mask and taking a last deep breath. Vin opens the capsule(bedroom for those who are lost) door and shuts it behind him.
Immediately the music is much louder than when inside the capsule. The outter part of the two story 4 bedroom spaceship does not look the same to Vin as it did last night. It looks backwards. The sound of a bong hit muffled by another room door takes center stage. Vin hears coughing and talking before opening the door to a room of overwhelming stench of cannabis. Vin stands there almost with out a que, mask on, extention cord attached at the torso, newly lit cig in hand. Three younger girls about 18-19 years old sit with two other dudes passing around a blackend glass straight tube. At first there was an omnious pause. I mean all things considered, Vin did catch these young whipper snappers without their masks on. Death would be the recourse if we were back on our home planet. One of the girls Vin recognized as Cindy. A beautiful young girl brunette, tall, green eyes,smart and loves to get down but so far not with vin. The girl to her left was Ashley, her blue eye blonde friend, stunning as hell but dumb as a door knob. Vin didn't recognize the two dudes or the third girl. Then a a loud stoney laugh broke the silence, "Brian, is that you?" exclaimed Ashley. Brian is her boyfriend. If you could wear your ass as at Hat, Brian would have his hat on 365 days a year even at bed time."hahah exclaimed the others laughing at the mask".
Vin stood over to the side of the corner of the room laughing not to loud with the crowd and nodding yes. "That mask is so funny. Is that Bill Clinton?". Vin nods without saying anything. "That's so funny, here come take a bowl with us, sucks you weren't here last night brah". Vin doesn't really care for these types but is enjoying this little prank of annomity and goes with it. Vin grabs the bong packed with green and snaps it away exhaling through the mask. One of the dudes breaks in stating "so did you see how retarded Amy was last night?".
Instant flash back and Vin recalls who this person was. Amy was Cheech's fellow butt pirate we found at the beginning of our adventure. Amy a stuck up 19 year old film school wanabe ended up doing what appears to be to much adderal, coke and alcohol and some how ended up trashing part of the house and sleeping with the neighbors 45 year old gardener, Jose Martinez aka Cheech. Vin smirked hard under the mask,tried hard to keep from laughing.
"yeah she's such a train wreck" explained the unknown third girl. Vin was nice and stoned but knew he would have to keep moving if he was going to get through this one. Vin realized he was still on the second story and had to get at least down stairs. Vin packed up a quick bowl and tried to leave without saying anything. Ashley called out, "hey babe, wait where are you going?". Vin went into a sign language mode pointing to the door. Ashley tells her comrads she is going to go downstairs and will come back. Everyone of them must be still stoned hard from last night or never went to bed because Ashley, sexy as she is, looks so red eyed and out of it but still wired. "can I come with?" she asks. Vin nods, opens the door and heads out with Ash. Ashley starts to laugh as she sees how serious "Brian" is about his life raft extention cord. "hahah your so high right now" she says. Ashley is kind of a ditz, and was obviously very high at this point. Higher than Vin? you judge.
Down a hall way and to the left was another group of young people with another different stash of drugs. Already stoned and high for breakfast. "Would you like syrup on your cocaine cakes?" joked one of the white kids while cranking up the already loud stereo blaring an actually accepted morning
dose of drum and bass.
It hits Vin that every great party always has a different room for a different drug. Every doorway opens up a whole other drug world dimension of sorts. These rooms go on simultaneously creating a unique environment and level of F ucked up that's hard to explain to outsiders. Something that has to be experienced first hand. This was no different. In the 2nd story den was two couches, a computer desk and chair, and an old school Piano with various other musical instruments. In the computer chair sat Damien. Around Damien, sat Damien's minions. A fun circus of junkies, thieves, whores, low level dealers, and aspiring dick wads. Damien though was pimp. He was like the cool devil surrounded by demons. His cool coldness made the minions pale in comparison. Damien moved serious weight. Two oz bags of uncut white caine just for the party so pure it would make the face numb like Novocaine. Vin didn't mess so much with cocaine but was cool with Damien. Damien must of recognized who Vin was despite the mask by what he was wearing. But still acknowledged "what the hell are you supposed to be?" everyone laughed. Without saying a word. Vin pulled out the spliff he rolled earlier and passed it to Damien. Being a seldom toker, Damien took the opp to smoke the
joint to his self as his high is usually about being in control and making money.
Vin hears Damien puffing away on the joint while he sits on the adjacent couch with Ashley. Vin looks over at Damien grinning his fat grin that he always does when something good is going down. Two seconds later a zipping up of the pants breaks the stoned silence. The next song ques on, another electronic bass track, some kind of dubstep. A sexy coked out little white girl pokes her head out from underneath the desk wiping her mouth. Damien laughs when the rest of his minions realize he was getting 007 head while everyone was just chillin' in the room. Damien was an attention whore like that. He was Mr big shot of his crew. Nobody ever stole from Damien or fucked him over. He was a main G. Damien looked over at Vin and asked, "ey does your girl want a line?"..Vin realized in his stoned stupor that Ashley still doesn't know he's not Brian. So Vin being Vin, looks over at Ashley, without hesitation she jumps up and Damien racks her a line. Ashley sits back on the couch eyes wide and grin wider. Vin hands Ashley a cig and lights it for her. Brian is normally and douche bag and won't let his woman smoke. So she was caught off gaurd at first but to stoned to care enough. Vin looks over at Damien and asks where is the room with the H? Damien laughs "its too early for that right now man.."
Damien shrugs and points to the room across the hall. Vin could already smell the stench of a good heroin den. Damien and Vin exchanged a fist pound and Vin stumbled his way over to the Den. The scene was grim, clothes all over the floor, all different people completely gone on the floor. In scents burning but not even touching the stench of the opiates. Vin could see a group already awake and chasing in the bathroom. Swim walked up with the mask on. One of the jokers in the group asked. "hey bill want a hit of the afghan?". Just like with Monica, this bill did not hesitate. Vin took a fat rip from the top of the foil down to the end. Holding the hit than exhaling. Opiated bliss. Finally some sort of tangibility. His mind slowed. Anxieties that were there a minute ago, gone like they never existed at all. Vin thanked the dude for the toot but before he would leave was offered a rail of powder of oxymorphone that this chem student extracted the night before.
10mg Little bump sent Vin flying. It was on now. Vins hard on was full - physically and metaphorically. Vin pulled out his blues brothers black shades and put them on top of the clitton mask. As Vin walks outside he sees wide eyed and excited Ashley come up running. She grabs Vin thinking its Brian, pushing her chest on his. She started to kiss his mask and saying that she feels turned on. "Now?" grunted Vin trying to sound like Brian. Before an answer could be received Vin was thrown into another room and pushed up against the door by Blue eyed Ashley. The rush from the morphine plus ashley's tight little ass thinking Vin was Brian. The situation was almost too much pleasure to handle all at once. "When in doubt, just shut up."Vin thought to himself. Ashley without hesitation pushes her ass right up into "Brian's" crotch area. "been waiting for you.." she says. Vin closes his eyes under his mask rushing/nodding. Vin is about 6 years older than Ashley but has known her for some time. Vin started to think how far he would let this go, but he was so smacked and when he gets smacked its all fair game.
Vin thought his cover would finanally be blown if she was to see his uncircumsized space shuttle and realize its not Brian. This was not to be the case. Ashley, Vin's new favorites ditz, didn't even bother to notice. Needless to say Vin learned an important lesson in that bathroom -- "Damien's cocaine will knock out a girls gag reflexes." "ha hah ha..ahh f ckin Damien..what a guy."
To Be Continued?
"Head with your Heroin? Am I king? Did I die and go to Jesus heaven?" Vin felt on top of world. Time slowed to a stop for at least ten minutes while in that room. The morphine was coming on strong and Ashley even stronger. Vin's eyes pin dot while enjoying the new found sin that is Ashley's mouth. To make the devil's deed worse, Vin hadn't showered in days.Coked out Ashley didn't seem phased. But this exciting little escape was to be a short lived. Beautiful as this blond goddess was, this had already gone too far for Vin. If Vin was to have Ashley's flower it was not going to be on these terms. "But how does one give up a good thing lord?" Vin pondered to himself as he noticed his shuttle going numb. Vin had to give credit for that. She wanted more. Vin knew he had to escape before situation turned really interesting. But how? "Not many ways to make a girl leave the room in this situation" he thought. Thankfully the look of panic was shielded by the bill clinton mask.
Time to go. Saved by a knock at the door. It was one of Ashley's stoner room comrades. Ashley got nervous and decided to abort mission, leaving with her friend Cindy to another part of the spaceship. Which in this case, a little perfect timing may have just saved Vin's ass. Alone in the room. Rushing like a late runaway train in the blood vein. Vin takes off the mask to inspects his pupils in the mirror. "wow...nice one, guy" laughing at himself. Vin knows the time has come to ditch the mask so he stashes the mask and the shirt he was wearing in obscured area of the room. With the shuttle now docked in the hanger Vin looks down to his surprise sees the extension cord was attached to his torso the entire time. This brings Vin much stoned humor as the cord was how Cindy found them...turned out to be lifeline after all.
After ditching the life raft and a quick trip to the restroom sink it was time to make his way downstairs. Vin reckoned it couldn't even be noon yet if his guess was worth anything. * tap tap* "damn forgot the cigs in the flannel pocket." "It's already looking to be one of those days" Vin gladly sparks up another wide. There is definitely some commotion going on down stairs and he knows he better just keep moving. Down the crap laden stairs, brings you to the main living room to the right and the dining area kitchen to the left. "Somebody wreaked havoc here last night." Vin let out. If the room upstairs was a space capsule. This had to be something completely different. First assumptions would point to a food fight. But lets remember that when you assume you make an ass out of you and me. To take credit for the mess would be a disservice to the breed of asshole that created this weekend fun camp down stairs. Vin couldn't help but notice the crack head tent forts pitched in the living room with random fiends young and old starting their morning with beer and coke. The stench of burnt Ammonia was getting him light headed.
Bottles could be heard clanking in the kitchen.. more "A" students starting to wake up. The stench of Alcohol and cigarettes was undeniable...The day old fermented scent of cheap liquor, cheap tobacco and orgy filled the down stairs air. A brief glance around the food tiled floor showed two shopping carts just chilling next to the oven and microwave center stage. Mayhem and plunder were written on the facial expression of the young cadette guarding the steel cages on wheels. Vin looked puzzled at the young man to which the young man replied with a cracked out happiness " We had gone shopping! Now these are our carts!". Vin nodded and backed away, "cool beans" he advised. Apparently this group had stolen the carts, had been racing them down the hill last night and when that got boring they brought them inside the house to crash into things with. Holes in dry wall were obvious indications of this good time.
Vin had made it this far and still no answers. No recollection of the last couple days. Hell didn't even know what day it was. Vin didn't care and It didn't matter. He took a deep sigh of relief and just sat back on the stair case enjoying a great cig and even better nod. A cheerful reminder of many things to be grateful for. For starters this wasn't Vin's house. This much was clear. Vin sure does love shenanigans in other peoples houses. Vin was on the nod dammit and he did appreciate it. The introspection was cut short by someone "also not the home owner" proclaiming, "Who the hell is gonna clean this shit up?". Vin chimed in jokingly well it's a little early for orders Captain but we could always send the crack heads on a cleaning scavenger hunt. A laugh was shared. Brief conversation and cigarettes exchanged. Whether it was the nail gun archery outside or the sight of the family dog licking crap off a young girls face without interruption. Vin pondered getting the hell out of dodge for awhile at least until the shit cleared out. After cracking a window, Vin heads for the front door and looks through the peep hole before exiting the space ship. "Coast is clear. Sun is shining brightly. Thank god for the shades." Vin mumbled to himself.
