It's all fun and games until someone's fist goes through a windshield. No, wait. Still fun and games baby. Still fun and games. Yes. I have a smashed windshield right now because someone's fist went through it last night. I also screwed myself out of sex probably for the rest of the summer. And yes, I got home at 6:40 am. Shit. I need to deal with some stuff now. I am actually smiling which is weird given everything. I just got a quote for the windshield. $250. About what I expected. No seriously, my buddy's fist went right through that shit last night. I don't even know how he did it. He was PISSED off and frankly so was I (not about the windshield but about how SG treated me). I am jumping all over the fucking place right now, aren't I? Breathe. Start at the beginning.
Sigh. Okay. Morning. I was ready to go all day for her. I sat here like an idiot waiting. Waiting for a phone call that never came. I got some text messages like around 2 in the afternoon. After sitting all fucking day. I rearranged my fucking schedule for her. I worked on a holiday so I could be ready for her. Hey guess what? I am nobody's bitch. Except love. I will always be love's bitch. But this isn't love. It's sex and there's a difference.
At about 5 when it became clear that a sex toy was not going to be needed for the night, I went out. The kid worked and then went to a concert with a mutual friend. Therefore I was alone all day stewing and about to be alone all night stewing. Fuck that.
I went out. During that period I kind of told her off. I told her I was pissed that I had rearranged my schedule for her and that she dropped me like yesterday's news. I made her feel bad, I think. I honestly don't know. I don't really care either. Had a couple of drinks and my friend called me because he was going through some shit and needed company. Cavalry on its way. I got to his place about 8. We sat there drinking and getting more and more pissed off at our respective issues. At I think around 9:30 we decided to 'steal' a car. Our other friend left his car at their house and we borrowed it. A transformer bumblebee yellow camaro. Nah, no one is going to notice two drunk guys power braking down the street in that.
After playing with the camaro for a while we ended up back at his house which is when SG texted me that she was going to a bar not too far away from where we were. Um, bad move? We hopped in my car and drove on over. It's like 11 at this point. The bar had a few people in it and we went out on the patio. There she was. With her husband. Sitting across from us. They don't really know my friend by sight so he decided to go over and ask them for a light. I was sitting there trying not to crack up. I KNOW she had already seen me even if her husband didn't. I KNOW she was fuming inside because here I am in all my rock and roll glory throwing her actions right in her face. I waited a few minutes and then went over myself. Oh gosh golly what a coincidence running into you here. Boy I haven't seen you in forever. Yeah. Asshole. King Abrasive. The Legend. That's me baby.
They left like 10 minutes after that because I totally embarrassed both of them and made everything awkward. Don't care. We kept laughing and drinking for another hour. We were Gods. We were kings of the world.
Then we got back in the car. Alcohol did it's magic. Went from a happy thing to a depressant for him. He started getting pissed off about the shit that had brought us out in the first place. That's when he punched my windshield. You ever punch a windshield? It's not easy to put your fist through it. Trust me. He did. Dead on. Cracked that fucker like a spiderweb. The minute it happened he felt bad. BUT funny enough? I didn't. I know him well enough to know he will pay for it and handle it. I know he is an adult and can man up for his actions. I actually started cracking up. That lightened the mood. He was freaking out but whatever. Stories baby. Got to have stories.
You realize that in the last week these posts have been long as shit because I have had stories? Because life is a fucking adventure? Because I am rolling with it and having some fun?
We got back to the house and I passed out on the couch. I heard him shortly after throwing up and honestly I was about two steps away from it myself. If he hadn't have beaten me to the bathroom, it would have been me in there. No shame baby. No shame.
NOW today is here. I have things to do. Like get my windshield fixed...
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