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Bluelighter
What ever happened to self control...
The after-dinner sun glows warm an orange bright as can be, fixates my thoughts upon the wooden floor. I loose my self in thoughts of nothing, as I hear "Fixation feeds the fever, " I shuffle towards the balcony and grab a refill of beer and my trusty pipe. Its halloween here in Santa Barbara and the freaks (speed) will be out to night, I slug my beer back and think to myself, "Why did I ever agree to go with Becca to this party, I barely even know her and I am sure I wont know many of her friends.
Should I call and say I am sick? Should I lie or just tell her straight out I really don't feel like spending the evening out with her or what?
I stare out into the ball of light nicknamed the Sun, this is a beautiful city and a better view, spoiled only by the oil rigs off shore. I walk in to turn the volume, "Right outside this lazy summer home", its not summer but so what (it feels like it). I have no problems, I am drug free (for the most part), and semi-happy, I decide to call my mother.
Hey Mom, whats going on...
*loud barking* The usual kids trick-or-treatin, your sisters down in the city, me and Dad are being low-key tonight...
Yea I am thinking the same...
Not going to dance with the devils on this the evening of ghosts...
Huh...? (laughter)
Anyways...
You need money?
Not today, just wanted to say high.
Love ya
You two...
I kick my feet up and hang the phone up, and smile. The one thing I do love is my parents. Staring into the burning sun with a goofy smile on my face, I am startled by a knock and the door opening.
Liam what the fuck, barge right in... Beers in the fridge. He takes a seat to my right and shakes my hand.
Whats going on?
Same-o-shit.
Yea.
So you psyched about this chick tonite or what?
Not really, thinking about not going...
Oh fuck no your not, were rippin it tonight...
Ok twist my arm...
We settle back into a discussion of the 'old' neighborhood and football (which I hate, I just talk about it) and girls. The bottles are piled high around us as the CD stops. Blind Melon or Stones? Either or just turn it up loud.
I go to take a shower and take a peek in the medicine cabinet, I always get so damn tweaked around chicks, dont ask me why but 50 mg of Valium cures that. The shower is steaming and is fogging up the room. In and out. Throw on some shorts and out the door for another beer. I absolutely am not looking forward to getting dressed up for this damn party.
Liam and his girlfriend are going as Bonnie and Clyde and I just feel weird dressing up like someone but Becca did take me out shopping for a costume to wear as I loudly protested. I settled on an ATF guy with a cool helmet with a green visor (basically so I could take it all of easy and be in street clothes), although we spent most of the time looking in the porn stores. I lose myself in thoughts of Becca and dildos for a second, and return to the balcony with 2 cold ones.
Liams complaining that he had to spend $125 bux to rent his and Ambers costume, I remind him that we should not of even dressed up. As I finish half my beer in a swig.
We watch the girls walk up the street from the park, they were probably puffin a joint before coming up here as they are laughing and truly look like they are enjoying themselves and I think to myself, Becca probably will look pretty damn good on her knees.
We hear them laughing all the way up the stairs, glad somebody is in a good mood. This valium should hit me soon hopefully my mood will lift. Amber jumps on Liams lap, Becca says "Hello...?", I mumble back with my head in the refrigerator. Suddenly I get a strange feeling and a voice says, "Dont be a dick to this girl, just because your not in a good mood". I agree and come out wearing a smile.
Amber starts flipping thru the CDs and Liams still sitting on the deck staring into the sunset pounding beer like nobodys bizness. Amber asks how I am doin? Fine I guess. Come here I got you something, as I follow her into my room. This time I am fussing with the CD's and she says, look at me. Jeez ok, just picking out a song...
Both hands behind her back, arching her tits in my face she tells me to pick a hand. That one, wrong, that one, right. She pulls out a 6inch california green bud perfectly beautiful almost surpassing her beauty (lol, of course I would never admit that). Aww, sucks thanks Becca. Not a problem, I (green) plant the ever deserving kiss on her lips. The usual ensues but is interrupted shortly by Liam loudly repeating, "Where is the bong, I know its in there". Making me laugh I break away and partake in the fruits of my labor (stinky, freaky, greenbud haze). Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The girls are awfully talkative as I bet they are bumping glass tonight, I don't want any part in that, but I am sure as the night unfolds and the stars shine into some random girls eyes the tune might change, Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds or Lucy in the Subway with Daffodils, no subway here. Only BMW's, convertibles, and the likes...
(Ill finish this at another time, I need a shower, new beer, a hit of weed, and some fun...
)
The after-dinner sun glows warm an orange bright as can be, fixates my thoughts upon the wooden floor. I loose my self in thoughts of nothing, as I hear "Fixation feeds the fever, " I shuffle towards the balcony and grab a refill of beer and my trusty pipe. Its halloween here in Santa Barbara and the freaks (speed) will be out to night, I slug my beer back and think to myself, "Why did I ever agree to go with Becca to this party, I barely even know her and I am sure I wont know many of her friends.
Should I call and say I am sick? Should I lie or just tell her straight out I really don't feel like spending the evening out with her or what?
I stare out into the ball of light nicknamed the Sun, this is a beautiful city and a better view, spoiled only by the oil rigs off shore. I walk in to turn the volume, "Right outside this lazy summer home", its not summer but so what (it feels like it). I have no problems, I am drug free (for the most part), and semi-happy, I decide to call my mother.
Hey Mom, whats going on...
*loud barking* The usual kids trick-or-treatin, your sisters down in the city, me and Dad are being low-key tonight...
Yea I am thinking the same...
Not going to dance with the devils on this the evening of ghosts...
Huh...? (laughter)
Anyways...
You need money?
Not today, just wanted to say high.
Love ya
You two...
I kick my feet up and hang the phone up, and smile. The one thing I do love is my parents. Staring into the burning sun with a goofy smile on my face, I am startled by a knock and the door opening.
Liam what the fuck, barge right in... Beers in the fridge. He takes a seat to my right and shakes my hand.
Whats going on?
Same-o-shit.
Yea.
So you psyched about this chick tonite or what?
Not really, thinking about not going...
Oh fuck no your not, were rippin it tonight...
Ok twist my arm...
We settle back into a discussion of the 'old' neighborhood and football (which I hate, I just talk about it) and girls. The bottles are piled high around us as the CD stops. Blind Melon or Stones? Either or just turn it up loud.
I go to take a shower and take a peek in the medicine cabinet, I always get so damn tweaked around chicks, dont ask me why but 50 mg of Valium cures that. The shower is steaming and is fogging up the room. In and out. Throw on some shorts and out the door for another beer. I absolutely am not looking forward to getting dressed up for this damn party.
Liam and his girlfriend are going as Bonnie and Clyde and I just feel weird dressing up like someone but Becca did take me out shopping for a costume to wear as I loudly protested. I settled on an ATF guy with a cool helmet with a green visor (basically so I could take it all of easy and be in street clothes), although we spent most of the time looking in the porn stores. I lose myself in thoughts of Becca and dildos for a second, and return to the balcony with 2 cold ones.
Liams complaining that he had to spend $125 bux to rent his and Ambers costume, I remind him that we should not of even dressed up. As I finish half my beer in a swig.
We watch the girls walk up the street from the park, they were probably puffin a joint before coming up here as they are laughing and truly look like they are enjoying themselves and I think to myself, Becca probably will look pretty damn good on her knees.
We hear them laughing all the way up the stairs, glad somebody is in a good mood. This valium should hit me soon hopefully my mood will lift. Amber jumps on Liams lap, Becca says "Hello...?", I mumble back with my head in the refrigerator. Suddenly I get a strange feeling and a voice says, "Dont be a dick to this girl, just because your not in a good mood". I agree and come out wearing a smile.
Amber starts flipping thru the CDs and Liams still sitting on the deck staring into the sunset pounding beer like nobodys bizness. Amber asks how I am doin? Fine I guess. Come here I got you something, as I follow her into my room. This time I am fussing with the CD's and she says, look at me. Jeez ok, just picking out a song...
Both hands behind her back, arching her tits in my face she tells me to pick a hand. That one, wrong, that one, right. She pulls out a 6inch california green bud perfectly beautiful almost surpassing her beauty (lol, of course I would never admit that). Aww, sucks thanks Becca. Not a problem, I (green) plant the ever deserving kiss on her lips. The usual ensues but is interrupted shortly by Liam loudly repeating, "Where is the bong, I know its in there". Making me laugh I break away and partake in the fruits of my labor (stinky, freaky, greenbud haze). Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The girls are awfully talkative as I bet they are bumping glass tonight, I don't want any part in that, but I am sure as the night unfolds and the stars shine into some random girls eyes the tune might change, Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds or Lucy in the Subway with Daffodils, no subway here. Only BMW's, convertibles, and the likes...
(Ill finish this at another time, I need a shower, new beer, a hit of weed, and some fun...
)
