was that a knife in his pocket or was he just happy to see us?
i believe today is the hottest day of the year but i know for certain last night was the strangest night of my life. grace and i went to the ten cat for a couple of beers and met up with a boy who shall remain unnamed. because grace had consumed barbituates before our adventure she split the scene early. so the boy and i, i'll call him ricardo, wandered around the city for a couple of hours with no destination because both of live with our parents. sad but true. so we're just wandering around talking and we decide to explore this construction site. or rather, "ricardo" decided to go ahead and walk through it and i followed suit whimpering all the while. we end up on the back of the house talking and one thing led to another and we started making out. no big whoop right?
all of a sudden i heard something and turned to see this creeeeepy man in the alley right outside the fence. he had long white hair and a beard and skin that looked as if it had been seeped in alcohol for twenty years. whiskey specificially. i thought nothing of his presence at first since there was a locked fence between us. he started walking toward us and made some sort of grunting sound that i supposed indicated his pleasure in seeing us kiss. rather strange again. then he reached for the fence and began to pull it open to get closer to us.
i looked at ricardo and said "let's get the fuck out of here" and booked it. over the 2x4s, mounds of dirt, through the fence and down the street as fast as my legs could take me. did this man think he was going to join or something? shit dawg. i wasn't about to stick around to find out.
who knows what he could have done! yeesh. i get creeped out just thinking about it.
so ricardo and i wandered the streets once more only to part ways into separate cabs. so in the end i was left a little nervous about strange men and mad disapointed that at 21 i'm reverting to my teen years where making out in the back of a construction site was ok because there is no alternative. scary to say it, but i actually miss my dorm room.
sarah - it's been 24 hours since belwah. i must say it's been an adventure ... it's just beginning. in short - you need to come visit me so we can make out behind construction sites. haha. right.
where are the pictures from friday night?
all of a sudden i heard something and turned to see this creeeeepy man in the alley right outside the fence. he had long white hair and a beard and skin that looked as if it had been seeped in alcohol for twenty years. whiskey specificially. i thought nothing of his presence at first since there was a locked fence between us. he started walking toward us and made some sort of grunting sound that i supposed indicated his pleasure in seeing us kiss. rather strange again. then he reached for the fence and began to pull it open to get closer to us.
i looked at ricardo and said "let's get the fuck out of here" and booked it. over the 2x4s, mounds of dirt, through the fence and down the street as fast as my legs could take me. did this man think he was going to join or something? shit dawg. i wasn't about to stick around to find out.
who knows what he could have done! yeesh. i get creeped out just thinking about it.
so ricardo and i wandered the streets once more only to part ways into separate cabs. so in the end i was left a little nervous about strange men and mad disapointed that at 21 i'm reverting to my teen years where making out in the back of a construction site was ok because there is no alternative. scary to say it, but i actually miss my dorm room.
sarah - it's been 24 hours since belwah. i must say it's been an adventure ... it's just beginning. in short - you need to come visit me so we can make out behind construction sites. haha. right.
where are the pictures from friday night?
posted by marge at 4:15 PM
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as soon as i can figure out how to get this stupid computer hooked to the internet, i'll upload these crazy ass photos. sounds like quite the interesting evening in your lovely city
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