I skipped over on the Christmas story, but here's another holiday-themed one. This was actually from a week after the untold Christmas story. Enjoy.
An acquaintance, Amy, was having a bitchin party at her place just off the Drexel campus in Philadelphia, back in 2000. I had taken the opportunity to spend a few days sleazin it up in town with a friend of mine, named David. While both were friends I had known since high school, Amy was one of my good friends who ran with the smart kids and had frowned upon my various chemical proclivities over the years; David, however, was a frequent co-participant in said proclivities. The two got along, but only because I was there as an intermediary that let them see mutually interesting things about each other.
I ended up going to the party with David. There was plenty of beer, booze, and food. There was also a band playing in Amys kitchen. Tons of people crowded the house, and drunk folks were even hanging out on the front porch and on the back deck, despite it being freezing out. It was a nice party, but not really the type of scenario David and I were acquainted with. I dont think either of us had ever been to a party where there werent people blatantly screaming at each other or where there were no girls wrestling on the ground with lots of hair whipping around and such.
I dont recall how we got kicked out of the party. Whatever happened, I didnt talk to Amy for over 2 years after the event. Whatever happened, David and I ended up walking back to his place to finish off the night. We were pretty wasted.
So, back at Davids place, he decides that on top of being uproariously drunk, hed like to be dusted as well. For some reason, I knew I was at my limit, so I passed. The kid smoked an entire vial of dust by himself, which is quite a feat even while sober. In addition to going psychotic and crazy, he also started vomiting, everywhere. I got him to stay in his bedroom. A responsible person wouldve stayed in there and made sure he was okay, but I was already peeved over the nights events, and I really didnt need to waste the rest of my New Years Eve watching some dusted punk puke all over himself while convulsing on his bed. I went out front to have a cigarette and to hunt down a 40 of Olde English.
As soon as the apartment door closed behind me, I said crud to myself. I didnt have a key, and I doubt David would be able to make it to the door to let me in, and he probably wouldnt even be able to make out my pounding on the door in his delirious state. I went outside the building, had my cigarette, and tried in vain to get back in. No dice. What a great New Years. I didnt even have my coat or hat. I was stuck wearing my CCCP hockey jersey, randomly walking the streets of Philly, at just before midnight. Luckily, I did get my OE.
I was about ready to drive back home, but I knew that would be ludicrous and stupid with all the garbage in my system. After walking around for an hour or so, I figured Id chill at the bus station for a bit. It was bright and clean there, and I probably looked like someone that had, well, been drinking for the past 8 hours. After about an hour in there, security started following me around, so I just left. Couldnt go back to Amys, couldnt get David to open the bloody door. I somehow ended up falling asleep on the hood of my car. I woke up at like 7AM, frozen to the bone. I climbed in my car and drove home. Still havent talked to David since then.
An acquaintance, Amy, was having a bitchin party at her place just off the Drexel campus in Philadelphia, back in 2000. I had taken the opportunity to spend a few days sleazin it up in town with a friend of mine, named David. While both were friends I had known since high school, Amy was one of my good friends who ran with the smart kids and had frowned upon my various chemical proclivities over the years; David, however, was a frequent co-participant in said proclivities. The two got along, but only because I was there as an intermediary that let them see mutually interesting things about each other.
I ended up going to the party with David. There was plenty of beer, booze, and food. There was also a band playing in Amys kitchen. Tons of people crowded the house, and drunk folks were even hanging out on the front porch and on the back deck, despite it being freezing out. It was a nice party, but not really the type of scenario David and I were acquainted with. I dont think either of us had ever been to a party where there werent people blatantly screaming at each other or where there were no girls wrestling on the ground with lots of hair whipping around and such.
I dont recall how we got kicked out of the party. Whatever happened, I didnt talk to Amy for over 2 years after the event. Whatever happened, David and I ended up walking back to his place to finish off the night. We were pretty wasted.
So, back at Davids place, he decides that on top of being uproariously drunk, hed like to be dusted as well. For some reason, I knew I was at my limit, so I passed. The kid smoked an entire vial of dust by himself, which is quite a feat even while sober. In addition to going psychotic and crazy, he also started vomiting, everywhere. I got him to stay in his bedroom. A responsible person wouldve stayed in there and made sure he was okay, but I was already peeved over the nights events, and I really didnt need to waste the rest of my New Years Eve watching some dusted punk puke all over himself while convulsing on his bed. I went out front to have a cigarette and to hunt down a 40 of Olde English.
As soon as the apartment door closed behind me, I said crud to myself. I didnt have a key, and I doubt David would be able to make it to the door to let me in, and he probably wouldnt even be able to make out my pounding on the door in his delirious state. I went outside the building, had my cigarette, and tried in vain to get back in. No dice. What a great New Years. I didnt even have my coat or hat. I was stuck wearing my CCCP hockey jersey, randomly walking the streets of Philly, at just before midnight. Luckily, I did get my OE.
I was about ready to drive back home, but I knew that would be ludicrous and stupid with all the garbage in my system. After walking around for an hour or so, I figured Id chill at the bus station for a bit. It was bright and clean there, and I probably looked like someone that had, well, been drinking for the past 8 hours. After about an hour in there, security started following me around, so I just left. Couldnt go back to Amys, couldnt get David to open the bloody door. I somehow ended up falling asleep on the hood of my car. I woke up at like 7AM, frozen to the bone. I climbed in my car and drove home. Still havent talked to David since then.