suffice to say im not living under a rock.
i dont know how i would really describe myself but a friend once told me "i have never met anyone like you."
So take it how you will.
guess i'm not like anyone...
sponge bob nug pants.
a retro pin up shot of mine.
every day of my life right here
By far the best song ever written. Also some amazing longboarding. =D
“One, two, three!” I quickly gulped down the shot of rum that was being so gently held in my drunken hand trying to get every last bit into my mouth and not onto my shirt. My throat opened up, and my heart warmed up. My lips were numb and my balance was slightly off. For being as drunk as I was I could still hold my own.
The speakers were blown and yet people were still dancing. I gathered my senses and soaked in the surrounding situation. Three drunken girls dancing in the living room, five college men yelling as loud as they possibly could over what foul the other person had committed in a round of beer pong. My feet were sticking to the hardwood floor from a past clumsy placement of a fresh beer. The Faint vomiting noises could be almost heard through the locked bathroom door if it wasn’t for the slightly tipsy extremely horny teenagers in the bedroom moaning as loud as humanly possible so the rest of us would know they were humping each other into a coma. An aroma of pot and cigarettes pour in through the open door to the patio. My face was unchanged and my stance was only slightly off balance.
I saw her sitting outside as she exhaled a cloud of smoke through her nose. She had a small ring clinging to her right nostril. Her flannel shirt fit snug but not to the point where her body was suffocating. Her jeans were slim and fitting to show off her womanly figure. “Can I bum a cigarette off of you?” I asked nonchalant as I leaned on the patio railing next to her. I can’t stand the taste or smell of cigarettes but tonight I was ready to make an exception. “Sure.” She muttered through a breath of smoke. I casually lit the menthol and noticed through the light of the flame her beautiful blue eyes. I inhaled which I never do when smoking a cigarette and my throat turned to fire. I suppressed my coughs as they barraged my whole body with violence. As calm as I thought I had handled myself her expression was as if she had just witnessed a giraffe and a elephant trying to mate, awkward to say the least. “Sorry. I don’t smoke often.” I explained trying to relief her of site of a slightly drunk boy choking on a cigarette he had just asked for. “It ok you don’t look like the type who would smoke anyway.” She cracked a smile that would make the devil himself slit his own throat and beg to be an angel. The alcohol was settling in and I felt my muscles tense with bravery. I took another drag. I exhaled the smoke without coughing and glimpsed at her again. “This is good shit.” I said as tapped the filter and watched a small fragment of ash fail into the darkness of the night. “It’s just a cigarette.” My heart sank and my spine loosened. “I’m just fucking with you.” She must have seen my demeanor change and my confidence leave my body. My spirits lifted ever so slightly and I hit my cigarette.
“One, Two, Three.” She pounded back her shot as if she was eight years old drinking Kool-aid under the summer sun. She turned to me, pouring what was rest of the rum into a shot pushing it forward into my face. “OK OK I will take another one.” I didn’t hesitate, its not attractive to look like a lightweight. My whole face was numb by now; my balance was that of a new born calf. She smiled at me. I grabbed her hand, it was small and soft. She glanced down as if to see a spark or chemical reaction between our hands. Fingers intertwined we stumbled towards her car.
She folded down the seats of her Camry pulling out a comforter and two small pillows. We fit snug in her car. Her skin was so elegant. Her breath smelt of cigarettes and alcohol, it melted my heart. She leaned forward and kissed me. We spent the next hour talking, what we loved, what we hated, what we’ve done, where we’ve been. Our connection was growing stronger and stronger. I awoke the next day next to her, we were both naked, still in the same spot as last night. She slowly opened her eyes looked up into mine. She gave me that amazing smile that made my heart skip a beat. “You are amazing.” I whispered to her with her head rested on my chest. She leaned forward and kissed me and we fell back asleep.
I casually lit the menthol and noticed through the light of the flame her beautiful blue eyes. I inhaled which I never do when smoking a cigarette and my throat turned to fire. She looked at me puzzled and without control i coughed up the three shots and four beers I had just drank right onto her lap. She gasped took a look down to see her amazing legs covered in my vomit. She looked me in the eye, reached back and punched me square in the nose. I fell to the ground; I couldn’t feel the pain, just the wetness of blood and puke on my face. If only I knew how to smoke. Maybe we could’ve had something
Her hair was still just getting wet
The water running down her neck
Collecting in the handprint in cement beneath her feet
By far my favourite song of his.