Full Moon Fever (301 hits)
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Submitted by thecrystalship (View user info) at 2006-10-11 14:30:31 EDT
Campus life was great, but the 120 mile trek back home was necessary. We all had to get back to the responsibilities of our daily lives. Paul seemed to be the least intoxicated so he was elected as the driver. Off we went, the 4 of us, in a little 1994 Ford Aspire.
I was starting to pass out in the back seat when I remembered to warn Paul that I was low on gas. I knew we were literally running on fumes at this point and there was a great chance that we could run out at any moment. In disbelief, I watched Paul drive right by the last Exxon station at the city limits.
I started yelling at Paul. I inquired as to why he didn't stop, but he did not seem troubled. I told him to turn around immediately and get the gas, but he insisted we would find a place ahead of us. I put my head into my arms, it was hopeless. This is how the night would end.
Five minutes passed and Paul said, "Look, I found something." I looked up and was completely bewildered. What was I seeing? Thousands if not millions of Christmas lights and lights of all other sorts arranged in a fantastic way around this farm house and barn. I assumed it was some sort of carnival, but there were no rides. It was just a regular farm with the most amazing display of lights I had ever seen. Some people are strange I thought to myself, the lights required no more explanation.
Paul got out of the car to purchase some gas from the farmer and after I impatiently waited 30 seconds I got out to investigate. I walked up to the screen door and peered inside. I opened the door and pushed my head through to look around the dimly lit room. "Hello?" I said. "You boys outta gas?" I looked around and saw an empty green chair with a lamp next to it casting a short dim glow. I scanned the room again and found the voice. He was sitting in a dark corner of the room. "Yes," I replied. "Your friend is in the other room."
I walked across the dimly lit room. I walked up three steps, turned left, and walked up three more steps. She was to my left, right after I entered the door. She was laying on a couch looking up at me with a face full of desire. She had short raven hair, pale skin, and red eyes. Aside from this, she was a pretty girl. I sat down next to this gothic creature and she put both of her hands on my face. I could feel each one of her extra long fake, purple finger nails successively touch my cheeks. She opened her mouth and smiled at me, but I was repulsed by what I saw. Her teeth were horribly disfigured and in my drunken stupor I couldn't discern if it was a part of her costume or if it was the aftermath of some freak accident.
I abruptly left her, I needed to find my friend quickly and get out of this place. An older lady, presumably the woman of the house told me he was outside getting the gas. I walked back into and out of the creature's room to the stairs. When I was walking down the steps I tripped and unsettled a rug. "Is that how you are going to leave my house?" I immediately apologized. I fumbled to maintain balance as I bent over to straighten out the rug. When I stood back up I nearly knocked over a shelf full of pictures. I knew I had to get out now before the whole shithouse went up in flames. After all, they could still call the cops on us.
As I was about to reach the screen door I heard him mutter something, but I only heard the words worthless and drunkard. I immediately turned and faced his direction. I knew what was happening, for it has happened before. I was about to go into a zone and preach to this man. It was automatic and unstoppable, I had no control over what I was about to say.
"A great man once said, 'Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.' ... Do you not understand that to deal with the vast ignorance of this world on a daily basis, one must temporarily let go of his inhibitions. There needs to be some form of release or insane thoughts will run rampant through your mind. Here I have a vacation in a bottle, and when the world rears its ugly head I can run and hide in it. Don't you think I should be allowed this comfort?"
As I gestured and walked around in circles like I do when I make speeches I looked up. I had an audience now, but only one caught my eye. She was beautiful. She had medium-length black hair and a pretty smile. Was this the same girl?
"I would like to thank you all very much for your hospitality, but my friends and I must be getting on." I stumbled out the screen door and the women followed me out onto the porch. I walked halfway to my car and turned to look back at them. The girl smiled and shyly waved to me. In that flashing moment we both knew that under other circumstances we might have had the chance to love each other.
I got into my car and we sped off. My friend started telling me what he had to go through to get the gas and how much of an asshole the old man was to him. I just stared out the window thinking of yet another girl whose name I did not know.
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Submitted by TheCrystalShip (user info) at 2006-10-13 00:13:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-10-12 18:19:37 (#)
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I think I owe you a +2 from a long time ago...
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Wow, I think I just fucked that link up. I am a little stoned right now. http://www.ubersite.com/m/88376#1992244 Yep, that was it. I am sure of it now. I forgot all about that or I would have demanded it earlier.
Submitted by TheCrystalShip (user info) at 2006-10-13 00:11:22 EDT (#)
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I think it was for this http://www.ubersite.com/m/88376#1992244, but it could have been for something else.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-10-12 18:19:37 EDT (#)
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I think I owe you a +2 from a long time ago...
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-10-11 14:38:00 EDT (#)
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Not bad.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-10-11 14:36:26 EDT (#)
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