TWIST
...there's never enough time.Tuesday, September 01, 1998
Sinbad
"it is hard to begin"
-stephen king-
last night was not only one of the best most fucked up nights of the summer, but it also was the most scariest night of my life.
it all started when dave said to me, 'hey! what'cha doin' tonite?' . dave told me that josh's brother bought him a bottle of wine for no reason. so we figured that we would get together and have some wine. i know it sounds funny. but then todd masters called us up and said-'hey i'm getting some liquids so guess what, we are getting drunk!' awesome right? wrong. todd got something called special brew from a guy at work and it was like snapple only with 6.0% alcohol in it. i had berry flavor and it was good. we all went up to the old jackson bridge by my house. the jackson bridge is really an old deterating HALF a bridge. so when we got up there i chugged the special brew so i got drunk quick. anyway since i have no tolerance i was the only one really drunk. i went spinning off to the end of the bridge and i crashed into the chain-link fence. i fell and layed there for like 15 minutes slowly feeling the effects of the alcohol taking effect. finally we went down off the bridge and i guess dave long was invited to this party at this house on liberty street-the person who lived there, she worked with dave at wendy's-(which is two streets over from my street). oh-here is the list of people that were with us--me, dave long, dave d'amico, todd, josh, and tom (all campin' vets)so dave long told me and dave d'amico and tom to stay outside and he told dave and tom to keep and eye on me. because when you're drunk, you have no scence of time (actually when i'm drunk) i thought the dave and todd and josh were in the house like for hours so i started to get antzy. then tom left and went inside and soon, dave d'amico went in too and left me alone. so, i stumbled across the street and made my way onto the porch and dave told me that when he saw me coming he was fighting his way out just to keep me out of the house, but it was too late, i was in. there were only to people in the house: dave's fellow employee who we will call white trash, and her husband, this puerto rican guy nicknamed-sinbad. sinbad was drunk and i guess when he gets drunk and pissed off, he gets really violent. (f.y.i. on the way there, josh and i were making designs in the street when we were pissin' and walkin' at the same time-which is not a good idea, cos it gets all over you :o) so anyway, he asked me if i wanted a beer. so, of course i said, sure! so me and josh and dave and everyone else went into his kitchen and he gave me a 16 oz. red dog, and he handed everyone more beer. sinbad likes to cook, and he had cooked some ribs and macironie salad, he offered everyone some. anyway, i was just standing off in the back, thinking; this is wrong, this is all wrong. the next thing i know, sinbad is yelling at me. "Hey! You in the back. You look like Bruce Lee! Are you Bruce Lee?" then he started in with, oh, i wanna fight you-ya know this and that-come on defend your title-all that shit. i really wasn't diggin' it a whole bunch. anyway dave d'amico, todd and tom go off into the living room to watch south park and this is when the fun begins. sinbad starts back in with 'hey bruce come on and fight. i wanna fight you in the back yard. so he opened up his back door and grabed me and started to drag me out of his house into God knows where. i looked at dave like; HELP ME HERE HE'S GOING TO KILL ME. acording to dave and josh, sinbad was never going to do a thing-yeah, whatever-i was never more scared in my life! i needed to get the fuck out of there quick. so i stumbled out of the house and sat down in the street. i guess, white trash and sinbad didn't go for that too much, so, sinbad comes out and said, 'hey, what'cha doing out here!' i was trying to make sence of all this but it wasn't happening. sinbad picked me up and tried to put me in a head lock. but i squrmed my way out of it. he said, "come here, i'll give you something to lay down about." dave, dave, todd, tom and josh were holding him back, while i started to walk away, very fast. soon after, the guys came runnin' up to me, hey bruce! they were screamin' bruuuuuuce! they all thought it was just the funnest thing that they had ever seen. well, i didn't think so. anyway, the next thing we did was kinda' stupid. we all decided to walk to this 24 resturant called Sport of Kings (we call it sport o's). now, sport o's is way out at the end of town, and, well, we were at the total opposite side of town. it must be a three or four mile walk to the end of town, and, well, we walked it. but the cool thing was, i was totally oblivous to the fact that we were walking five miles. so on the way there, josh was watching over me, and i was pissin' him off. so every time i did something stupid, he punched me in the arm and the next morning i had huge black and blue marks on my arm. anyway, on the way there, every telephone pole or sign that we walked by, i would yell at it. 'get yer ass home, it's too late for you to be out!' i did that for about 15 minutes till josh punched me. about half way there, because his 'feet were hurting', josh decided that it would be a good idea to take off his shoes. so, he did. once at sport o's, i went around back with dave d'amico because he needed to find out what time he working that day (because, duh, he works there and because by this time it was one o'clock monday morning), so i waited out side. out back, it is really scummy but that didn't stop me from laying down. dave came out and draged me around front. the six of us didn't really fit into a booth so, josh went off and talked with this indian guy. everyone ordered something, but me, cos i was broke. dave ordered a bagel, and i took half of it, which he didn't find funny-but for some reason, i did. i was still hungry, so i took two of those little jelly packs and ate the jelly with a spoon. everyone was getting pissed, so i was like, "fine, i'll just kill myself." "good," dave said. so, i picked up a knife and started to cut my wrist. well, i tried to anyway. "no one's gonna stop me?" i said. dave's response: "no, because you're trying to kill yourself......with a butter knife!" that didn't work. so i just put my head down and fell asleep. now this is the really weird part. after i put my head down, the next thing i remember was laying on josh's living room floor at like 5 in the morning. i thought, maybe i passed out. but dave said i walked home, but i never said a word the whole way home.
.and that's all i have to say about that.
aaron.
-stephen king-
last night was not only one of the best most fucked up nights of the summer, but it also was the most scariest night of my life.
it all started when dave said to me, 'hey! what'cha doin' tonite?' . dave told me that josh's brother bought him a bottle of wine for no reason. so we figured that we would get together and have some wine. i know it sounds funny. but then todd masters called us up and said-'hey i'm getting some liquids so guess what, we are getting drunk!' awesome right? wrong. todd got something called special brew from a guy at work and it was like snapple only with 6.0% alcohol in it. i had berry flavor and it was good. we all went up to the old jackson bridge by my house. the jackson bridge is really an old deterating HALF a bridge. so when we got up there i chugged the special brew so i got drunk quick. anyway since i have no tolerance i was the only one really drunk. i went spinning off to the end of the bridge and i crashed into the chain-link fence. i fell and layed there for like 15 minutes slowly feeling the effects of the alcohol taking effect. finally we went down off the bridge and i guess dave long was invited to this party at this house on liberty street-the person who lived there, she worked with dave at wendy's-(which is two streets over from my street). oh-here is the list of people that were with us--me, dave long, dave d'amico, todd, josh, and tom (all campin' vets)so dave long told me and dave d'amico and tom to stay outside and he told dave and tom to keep and eye on me. because when you're drunk, you have no scence of time (actually when i'm drunk) i thought the dave and todd and josh were in the house like for hours so i started to get antzy. then tom left and went inside and soon, dave d'amico went in too and left me alone. so, i stumbled across the street and made my way onto the porch and dave told me that when he saw me coming he was fighting his way out just to keep me out of the house, but it was too late, i was in. there were only to people in the house: dave's fellow employee who we will call white trash, and her husband, this puerto rican guy nicknamed-sinbad. sinbad was drunk and i guess when he gets drunk and pissed off, he gets really violent. (f.y.i. on the way there, josh and i were making designs in the street when we were pissin' and walkin' at the same time-which is not a good idea, cos it gets all over you :o) so anyway, he asked me if i wanted a beer. so, of course i said, sure! so me and josh and dave and everyone else went into his kitchen and he gave me a 16 oz. red dog, and he handed everyone more beer. sinbad likes to cook, and he had cooked some ribs and macironie salad, he offered everyone some. anyway, i was just standing off in the back, thinking; this is wrong, this is all wrong. the next thing i know, sinbad is yelling at me. "Hey! You in the back. You look like Bruce Lee! Are you Bruce Lee?" then he started in with, oh, i wanna fight you-ya know this and that-come on defend your title-all that shit. i really wasn't diggin' it a whole bunch. anyway dave d'amico, todd and tom go off into the living room to watch south park and this is when the fun begins. sinbad starts back in with 'hey bruce come on and fight. i wanna fight you in the back yard. so he opened up his back door and grabed me and started to drag me out of his house into God knows where. i looked at dave like; HELP ME HERE HE'S GOING TO KILL ME. acording to dave and josh, sinbad was never going to do a thing-yeah, whatever-i was never more scared in my life! i needed to get the fuck out of there quick. so i stumbled out of the house and sat down in the street. i guess, white trash and sinbad didn't go for that too much, so, sinbad comes out and said, 'hey, what'cha doing out here!' i was trying to make sence of all this but it wasn't happening. sinbad picked me up and tried to put me in a head lock. but i squrmed my way out of it. he said, "come here, i'll give you something to lay down about." dave, dave, todd, tom and josh were holding him back, while i started to walk away, very fast. soon after, the guys came runnin' up to me, hey bruce! they were screamin' bruuuuuuce! they all thought it was just the funnest thing that they had ever seen. well, i didn't think so. anyway, the next thing we did was kinda' stupid. we all decided to walk to this 24 resturant called Sport of Kings (we call it sport o's). now, sport o's is way out at the end of town, and, well, we were at the total opposite side of town. it must be a three or four mile walk to the end of town, and, well, we walked it. but the cool thing was, i was totally oblivous to the fact that we were walking five miles. so on the way there, josh was watching over me, and i was pissin' him off. so every time i did something stupid, he punched me in the arm and the next morning i had huge black and blue marks on my arm. anyway, on the way there, every telephone pole or sign that we walked by, i would yell at it. 'get yer ass home, it's too late for you to be out!' i did that for about 15 minutes till josh punched me. about half way there, because his 'feet were hurting', josh decided that it would be a good idea to take off his shoes. so, he did. once at sport o's, i went around back with dave d'amico because he needed to find out what time he working that day (because, duh, he works there and because by this time it was one o'clock monday morning), so i waited out side. out back, it is really scummy but that didn't stop me from laying down. dave came out and draged me around front. the six of us didn't really fit into a booth so, josh went off and talked with this indian guy. everyone ordered something, but me, cos i was broke. dave ordered a bagel, and i took half of it, which he didn't find funny-but for some reason, i did. i was still hungry, so i took two of those little jelly packs and ate the jelly with a spoon. everyone was getting pissed, so i was like, "fine, i'll just kill myself." "good," dave said. so, i picked up a knife and started to cut my wrist. well, i tried to anyway. "no one's gonna stop me?" i said. dave's response: "no, because you're trying to kill yourself......with a butter knife!" that didn't work. so i just put my head down and fell asleep. now this is the really weird part. after i put my head down, the next thing i remember was laying on josh's living room floor at like 5 in the morning. i thought, maybe i passed out. but dave said i walked home, but i never said a word the whole way home.
.and that's all i have to say about that.
aaron.
posted by This Old Man # 2:21 PM 
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