Sleeping_Door_Mouse
Bluelighter
Fight Night!
Come one,
come all.
See 2 guys beat the shit out of each other for fun and pleasure!
me:'...why am i doing this again?'
josh:'because you want to.'
me:'i do?'
josh:'yep.'
me:'works fer me.'
on comes the music.
heh, look at me!
who would have thought!?
boxing glove, a pair of gym shorts and a nike t-shirt...
me:'so who am i fighting again?'
josh:' uh, yeah...'
me:'josh, who the fuck am i fighting?!"
josh:'pat san******...'
me'WHAT!? HES FUCKING HUGE! HES GOT LIKE, 60 lbs ON ME! HE'LL KILL ME!'
josh:'if you say that he will. get out there and fight. its all you. you're an animal! go for it!'
cheers, and shouts and yells,
goodlucks and die bitches.
oh this cant be good.
national anthem,
why i dont know, but sure.
'are you both ready?'
me: 'i guess...'
pat: 'hell yeah.'
back to my corner.
im fighting in a boxing match, with half my highschool watching me.
im fighting a kid with a ton of weight over me.
im fighting a kid older than me.
im fighting a kid meaner than me.
im gonnd die.
chains make this little ring,
at least i wont hit anything soft.
that would be too much to ask of course.
whoa...the round girl is fuckin hot!
2 piece with a thong....yeah buddy....
'AND NOW! LETS GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!'
here we go...
shouts now, yelling, screams.
FUCK THAT HURT.
throw a punch,
take one.
throw one,
take 2.
throw 3,
no more punches.
holy shit,
hes down.
1,
what?
2,
no way...
3,
you gotta be kidding me
4,
no
5,
no way
6,
i couldnt have
7,
i can see andy,
hes freaking out.
8,
could i have?...
9,
oh my god....
10!,
i did....
I WON!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
the whole crowd goes NUTS.
how did i do it!?
what the fuck!
hes still down!
hes OUT!
HAHAHAHAH!
I WON!
OH MY GOD!
im being led,
sitting on the bed now.
josh:'YOU DID IT!'
me:'i...i did didnt i!?"
josh:'ew, here one sec.'
whys he got that paper towel?
OW! THAT HURT!
looking in the mirror now,
where did that cut come from?
and why is it bleeding?
josh:'i dunno man. you might need stitches...'
oh great.
josh's dad: 'nah, hes okay. get him some ice. good job kid. that was fierce shit.'
me:'um, thanks?'
i won.
theres pat.
me:'good match man.'
pat:'hehe, yeah, it was. thanks. i want another chance next time.'
me:'sure, why not?'
been 3 hours,
still hurts.
ring, ring, ring
'hello?'
'i love you.'
'huh? lips?'
'i love you adam. you are fucking amazing.'
'um, okay?'
'you are so cute!'
'*sigh* yeah, okay.'
'why cant you ever let me be happy with you?'
'because i dont believe a word you say.'
'whatever. we are going to Bring It Back tomorrow right?'
'i do believe. you sure you wanna come?'
'of course! and you are sleeping over tomorrow. i dont care what you say, you are sleeping here. my dads leaving and my mom said it was okay. you are staying here.'
'....alright?'
'okay, im gonna go, im really tired. ill see you tomorrow, okay?'
'alright...bye'
'bye'
...
won a fight in some kids garage,
a girl over the phone,
and a place to crash after the party tomorrow.
what a night.
no real value. just one hell of a night.
Come one,
come all.
See 2 guys beat the shit out of each other for fun and pleasure!
me:'...why am i doing this again?'
josh:'because you want to.'
me:'i do?'
josh:'yep.'
me:'works fer me.'
on comes the music.
heh, look at me!
who would have thought!?
boxing glove, a pair of gym shorts and a nike t-shirt...
me:'so who am i fighting again?'
josh:' uh, yeah...'
me:'josh, who the fuck am i fighting?!"
josh:'pat san******...'
me'WHAT!? HES FUCKING HUGE! HES GOT LIKE, 60 lbs ON ME! HE'LL KILL ME!'
josh:'if you say that he will. get out there and fight. its all you. you're an animal! go for it!'
cheers, and shouts and yells,
goodlucks and die bitches.
oh this cant be good.
national anthem,
why i dont know, but sure.
'are you both ready?'
me: 'i guess...'
pat: 'hell yeah.'
back to my corner.
im fighting in a boxing match, with half my highschool watching me.
im fighting a kid with a ton of weight over me.
im fighting a kid older than me.
im fighting a kid meaner than me.
im gonnd die.
chains make this little ring,
at least i wont hit anything soft.
that would be too much to ask of course.
whoa...the round girl is fuckin hot!
2 piece with a thong....yeah buddy....
'AND NOW! LETS GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!'
here we go...
shouts now, yelling, screams.
FUCK THAT HURT.
throw a punch,
take one.
throw one,
take 2.
throw 3,
no more punches.
holy shit,
hes down.
1,
what?
2,
no way...
3,
you gotta be kidding me
4,
no
5,
no way
6,
i couldnt have
7,
i can see andy,
hes freaking out.
8,
could i have?...
9,
oh my god....
10!,
i did....
I WON!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
the whole crowd goes NUTS.
how did i do it!?
what the fuck!
hes still down!
hes OUT!
HAHAHAHAH!
I WON!
OH MY GOD!
im being led,
sitting on the bed now.
josh:'YOU DID IT!'
me:'i...i did didnt i!?"
josh:'ew, here one sec.'
whys he got that paper towel?
OW! THAT HURT!
looking in the mirror now,
where did that cut come from?
and why is it bleeding?
josh:'i dunno man. you might need stitches...'
oh great.
josh's dad: 'nah, hes okay. get him some ice. good job kid. that was fierce shit.'
me:'um, thanks?'
i won.
theres pat.
me:'good match man.'
pat:'hehe, yeah, it was. thanks. i want another chance next time.'
me:'sure, why not?'
been 3 hours,
still hurts.
ring, ring, ring
'hello?'
'i love you.'
'huh? lips?'
'i love you adam. you are fucking amazing.'
'um, okay?'
'you are so cute!'
'*sigh* yeah, okay.'
'why cant you ever let me be happy with you?'
'because i dont believe a word you say.'
'whatever. we are going to Bring It Back tomorrow right?'
'i do believe. you sure you wanna come?'
'of course! and you are sleeping over tomorrow. i dont care what you say, you are sleeping here. my dads leaving and my mom said it was okay. you are staying here.'
'....alright?'
'okay, im gonna go, im really tired. ill see you tomorrow, okay?'
'alright...bye'
'bye'
...
won a fight in some kids garage,
a girl over the phone,
and a place to crash after the party tomorrow.
what a night.
no real value. just one hell of a night.
