For those who were with me last night, I congratulate them...Once again they have proven my choice correct...For those that witnessed last night, I hope that I offended you and provoked you to the point that you will always remember me...
I have a big problem...When I set out to do something, I do it to the extreme...And this is no understatement, nor a euphemism. Last night, I set out to drink. Drink as much as I could, try for once more to get pissed drunk, wasted beyond control, etc. You, that share my convictions and act accordingly, know that this in no easy task...It requires a good, healthy liver that will be destroyed, and a deep, fat, and magically refilling, never-ending pocket filled with money. I lack both, yet somehow things work out, and I manage to quench my desires. Yesterday night was not any different...
I realized early in the afternoon that this would be one of those weekends, so I accepted the fact stoically and tried to drag as many as possible in the pit with me...Only four got persuaded...We started off slow, picking up the pace as the night grew darker...Until it was 0230 I had no hostile urges, and was pretty tame...but there we are, in a small bar, drinking our beer/vodka/whatever came along, when a guy I had never seen before in my life walks past me, talks to my ear - "you are really good looking, but you talk loud, actually you shout" - and walks away!!!(I think {s}he went to the toilet).
I got...Aggravated...no, not a good word, but then again neither is annoyed...try dumbfounded. There I was, minding my own business - I will accept loud - and I would honestly shut the fuck up, and lower my voice if I was asked to, but that I did not except, I just couldn't see it coming! Turns out the, whatever it was - sure didn't look like one - was sitting three stools away. I was, still am, unsure of the real meaning of this statement...However, in contrast to what is assumed and said about me - which is true to some extend - I suppressed my urges to jump the guy and reap his throat out with my fingers while I watch the pain and the surprise settle in his eyes, as life is drained from him, and instead continued behaving in the same inappropriate manner according to him...
Latter on, we relocated, and visited a larger bar downtown. Already drunk and stoned, we barged in and brought havoc and turmoil in the place - which has a most appropriate name after all, Decadance. Not long after, one of my companions looked at me "funny" just for the fun of it, and I, just for the fun of it, looked him back in the same manner...and also I had an urge to push him, which I did...It was a bad idea after all, because the guy landed on the glass part of a wooden door, which was too much for the glass, and decided do "break" away from him...Naturally, since it was my stupidity that got us into such a stupid position (again) I took full responsibility, and addressed the bouncer that was coming our way, telling him that I would willingly pay any damage caused, just don't say something stupid...Realizing that I probably should have stated my intents in an other manner, I prepared myself for a fight...
And here is the clue of the story: he said nothing, told me that there was no need for me to pay anything, looked at me, and walked away...Hhhmmmm...Naturally I was stunned...Nothing, absolutely nothing...We tore the poor guys bar upside down with our (mine) drunk ideas, and I rudely address the guy who is there to keep thing in order, and he just looks at me, and nothing...
There is something seriously wrong with me, and the way I look and behave. I will go out tonight again, with the same intentions as yesterday, and I will experiment. I can already feel the thirst growing in me, calling me to saturate it, before something happens...
I have a big problem...When I set out to do something, I do it to the extreme...And this is no understatement, nor a euphemism. Last night, I set out to drink. Drink as much as I could, try for once more to get pissed drunk, wasted beyond control, etc. You, that share my convictions and act accordingly, know that this in no easy task...It requires a good, healthy liver that will be destroyed, and a deep, fat, and magically refilling, never-ending pocket filled with money. I lack both, yet somehow things work out, and I manage to quench my desires. Yesterday night was not any different...
I realized early in the afternoon that this would be one of those weekends, so I accepted the fact stoically and tried to drag as many as possible in the pit with me...Only four got persuaded...We started off slow, picking up the pace as the night grew darker...Until it was 0230 I had no hostile urges, and was pretty tame...but there we are, in a small bar, drinking our beer/vodka/whatever came along, when a guy I had never seen before in my life walks past me, talks to my ear - "you are really good looking, but you talk loud, actually you shout" - and walks away!!!(I think {s}he went to the toilet).
I got...Aggravated...no, not a good word, but then again neither is annoyed...try dumbfounded. There I was, minding my own business - I will accept loud - and I would honestly shut the fuck up, and lower my voice if I was asked to, but that I did not except, I just couldn't see it coming! Turns out the, whatever it was - sure didn't look like one - was sitting three stools away. I was, still am, unsure of the real meaning of this statement...However, in contrast to what is assumed and said about me - which is true to some extend - I suppressed my urges to jump the guy and reap his throat out with my fingers while I watch the pain and the surprise settle in his eyes, as life is drained from him, and instead continued behaving in the same inappropriate manner according to him...
Latter on, we relocated, and visited a larger bar downtown. Already drunk and stoned, we barged in and brought havoc and turmoil in the place - which has a most appropriate name after all, Decadance. Not long after, one of my companions looked at me "funny" just for the fun of it, and I, just for the fun of it, looked him back in the same manner...and also I had an urge to push him, which I did...It was a bad idea after all, because the guy landed on the glass part of a wooden door, which was too much for the glass, and decided do "break" away from him...Naturally, since it was my stupidity that got us into such a stupid position (again) I took full responsibility, and addressed the bouncer that was coming our way, telling him that I would willingly pay any damage caused, just don't say something stupid...Realizing that I probably should have stated my intents in an other manner, I prepared myself for a fight...
And here is the clue of the story: he said nothing, told me that there was no need for me to pay anything, looked at me, and walked away...Hhhmmmm...Naturally I was stunned...Nothing, absolutely nothing...We tore the poor guys bar upside down with our (mine) drunk ideas, and I rudely address the guy who is there to keep thing in order, and he just looks at me, and nothing...
There is something seriously wrong with me, and the way I look and behave. I will go out tonight again, with the same intentions as yesterday, and I will experiment. I can already feel the thirst growing in me, calling me to saturate it, before something happens...
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