The deck sat high above the ground... and a view was commanded of a Sketchy looking neighborhood sprawled out below........
He opened the cupboard door in the Bathroom and it was bottle after bottle of KETAMINE....
What the FUCK he thought to himself .... about the Dissociative ..... K hole my Ass...... Good Lord... ! Who lives here?
Kelly complained why was it the German guy she had fucked had to be so rough ? and even left her with a bruise or two...
I had no clue what to tell her.... I guess he was not so nice?
Tom and Cathy had come and gone by then... and Tom told me later one of their bags had been Stolen right there in broad daylight at the Airport... while they were waiting for a Cab, big surprise there...
That Chubby not half bad fuckable looking girl that was going on the night before... about how my phone looked expensive from a distance... but up close it was just a piece of SHIT..... (sorry) and your a little fat by the way.... she was on about never having to Pee... when you travel in a car.. because if you are in an accident one of the leading causes of death is an Exploding Bladder... I guess her MOM had told her that...............
Do you realize how close we all came to being arrested that night.?.. especially when the driver was high on that shit in the closet... and hit the back of the police car... are you kidding me? Did you see their faces.... ? I did.
How did they ever let us go? and how I wound up driving later after that city bus clipped us ... dragging the front end of that old blue Cadillac plumb around... Screeching.......why we could of all been killed and then the bus just drove off anyway..... without a thought....
and there you were in the back seat.. you looked like you were being disciplined..... what a look.... I could not fathom it at the time ... but remember it...... now..... like Daddy had Scolded you... or something.....
So you came back last night knocking at my door... good to see you ... and you were disgruntled that I held no Sexual fascination for you... as a goddess... I am sorry I guess..... maybe I should not of invited you up for a drink that night... to the top of the whore house downtown.....
Your were fascinated as I recall..... at the whole scenario.... and I suggested you not make eye contact with anyone... unless you wanted to fly....
Do you remember you had lost your bag of weed... and I hopped in the car with you for a free ride.... I could not find my bicycle..... and you were looking for your lost weed... I was getting used to the idea of every time I rode it then parked it I knew I would have to hunt it up again.... consoling myself with... it had to be somewhere... and sooner or later I would and did always find it....
Remember the MOTTO.........'Everything is Never Perfect'?
OH God... then you had that .... Extasy... you know MDMA.... and how it all got clear... about window panes opening and showing their larger selves ... sliding in and out of envelopes... in your mind... like some transparent film negatives.... shouting.... SEE THERE.... how simple it is....... you can do it too...... I never tried it.... but the dream was interesting.... remember I did not drink or smoke or do anything.... WELL........ for sake of the Story.... I rarely did anything at all.....LOL... but not always sometimes my front teeth went numb... I am not goody two shoes you know?
Then I got all excited about filling out the Coffee Survey for those important People... why they would hire me in a second .... once they read what I said about their Coffee......
Feeling just SURE of it... Convinced...... I wanted to do it.
'KNOCK 'The Ball' OUT OF THE PARK' BABY!
Then everyone would be so proud.
He is my DAD you know?
So anyway you scared the shit out of me almost going up that hill in that little car... with those potentially deadly drop offs.... on my side and the mist..... No Thank you ....... again....
Kelly X Explains:
Offering Clarity ...
What was the deal with those little piglets... and the barbed wire anyway... I asked the host at the cook out what the Pigs name was we were eating?... at first he said the pig had no name...
Later in the evening ALL in attendance (with oily lips) he came up to me and said the Pigs name was FREDDY after having eaten.
Then you were always on about wanting to go off in a boat... That one guy was a real beauty you ran into in Marathon.....
Sorry it was not nicer for you... but you were just so overbearing..... overwhelming
I seemed lost at a big function....
On not loving right.... you deserved better then to be bruised.... like a piece of fruit.
Did you Slip me some? Like a Roofie.... you Naughty Girl...
The Botch Job.
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