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- [ Party Time ] [ By Pivic ]
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- Party Time
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- written by Pivic
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- And there I walked around like a swine. I wore a filthy coat, a filthy
- head and a stomach that demanded rum. Not to mention cola. It seemed like
- everyone had left, leaving me alone walking the street. But when I
- suddenly turned my head around it appeared that I had made some new
- friends. We all know how it feels when something is Perfect; that girl
- looks at you in a 'special way', that car that really is Yours, and so on.
- This place was my lady who watched me with beautiful eyes while relaxing in
- the shiny car that did not pollute the environment. I turned to the Divine
- wind and walked towards the door.
- Before I stepped inside I heard that there was a lot of people talking
- there (and that usually means that no one actually cares if someone enters,
- since the place is pretty crowded from start). Therefor, I decided to
- perform a gracious entry.
- Fiasco. Just when I was about to swing the door open, I dropped my left
- glove on the ground. I bent down to pick it up while mumbling some naughty
- curses.
- It was then my forehead violently banged into someones face.
- The only thing I saw of the poor individual was that he resembled me of
- that singer in Cameo (you know, the one with massive mutton-chop whiskers,
- who wears a jockstrap on the outside of his pants). He buried his face in
- his hands and bent forward in pain, while his friends watched me as if I
- was huge and dangerous.
- Something had to be done. And it had to be done fast. I bent down to
- check this guy out, to see if he needed help (people are usually not
- allowed to do that, since the victim might be afraid that he will get more
- coming to him. Or worse - he might be very pissed off). He was obviously
- not aware of my friendly move, because suddenly he moved his head upward.
- Blood squirted out of my nose as his head crashed into it. My upper lip
- was pushed into my teeth and left me with the taste of blood in mouth and
- throat. I can stand the sight of blood, but not the smell of it.
- His friends hesitated with the attack, the guy stared at me.
- I understood that I was in deep shit.
- They all wore some kind of white rubber and I began wondering where
- exactly in the city I were. My opponents rubber had red spots all over it,
- obviously mine and his mutual blood. At the time, I imagined that I had
- spilled quite much over him. But as we all know, things get pretty
- exaggerated in situations like this.
- We stared at each other, bleeding. Then he just made his way past me
- and walked away. His friends looked at me as if I were some alien from
- outer space before they joined him.
- He took it quite well, I thought, and began wiping the blood off me.
- With my coat.
-
- I finally found another place (a disco for people who were fifteen) and
- entered. By some idiotic reason I believed that there might be some alcohol
- available there. Not that they would sell anything - but some kid might
- have some. I walked around to different people and asked them, and after a
- short while a guy offered me beer. I did not know what to say (I was busy
- wondering what this generation meant). The guy looked at me as if I was
- too stupid to say a simple 'yes' or 'no'. I finally turned his offer down,
- destroying his chance to make a few bucks, and walked away looking for
- nothing. I sat down to organize my thoughts, but it was impossible due to
- the fucking music. I wanted to leave.
- Then a marvellous opportunity showed up. Like in a dream, a lady
- emerged from the dance floor, her eyes looked like water (I just love to
- bath and swim). She wore a two-part dress (that looked like shit), and
- looked like shit, I believe, but she... well... you know. She approached
- me and she 'was mine'.
- She was also rather angry.
- "Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing here?"
- I immediately got a grip of the situation. She obviously thought that I
- was a pederast, or yet another dealer who tried to push drugs to the kids
- there. I wanted to kiss her. I have never ever wanted to kiss someone so
- much in my life, but I knew that if I...
- "I needed-ne-eed, er, water or something. I must... ouch, dahrn."
- My mouth felt as if it was in several pieces. I could only feel an
- intense pain when I spoke.
- "I need to talk to you," I continued. "I need help"
- I glanced towards the nearest toilet and rushed to it. She followed me
- with her eyes, but did not come after me. I ran inside and met three girls
- who sat there for a smoke. They screamed at me, waving their little hands,
- demanding me to leave. I asked them to shut up if they did not want to see
- my aggressor. I grabbed some water out of the sink and coughed up a little
- marble of blood. The marble had a long string attached to it that hung far
- down my throat. It tickled too much for me. I cannot stand that. I
- barfed straight into the sink and ran out.
- Outside the toilet, I crashed into The Perfection who fell to the floor.
- Suddenly I understood that she was not right. Ten years from now she would
- be wrong. I headed for the door, feeling beer cans and other various items
- being thrown at my back. I felt pain and left for the other place (stupid
- idea, since it was there my pain begun). I ran to the place. I was afraid
- of fifteen-year old people. Or perhaps I was afraid of the lack of alcohol
- in a very traumatic situation?
- When I was there I opened the door. I was badly shocked. I even fainted,
- and everything (naturally) turned black.
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- Then I suddenly felt that I was sleeping in my own bed, at home. But I
- was wrong. I was on the floor at the place. There was alcohol by my side
- together with a rather cute lady. Smiling faces stared at me. Everybody
- were dressed as if there had been some renaissance of the eighties. By
- that I mean strange clothes. But I did not care.
- My clothes were sweaty, I felt blood in my mouth and my nose was blocked
- up. I tried to say something, but my lips refused the order.
- "Don't try to say something," a girl with pink glasses said, "You have
- blood in your throat. Try to rinse it away."
- She gave me a beer and it actually tasted quite good. I normally detest
- beer, but this one was actually good.
- "Omph."
- "What's he talking about?" a girl asked.
- I noticed that the place was completely silent. No one said a single
- word. Everybody was studying me. I almost started to cry.
- Then I heard voices from outside. "I will... If I see him I will slay
- him at once. That's the deal. No, shut up, I do not give a fuck what you
- say! When I see him, he is dead!"
-
- I knew it was Cameo. I fainted again. The last thing I saw was a face
- that had fought to keep me awake, but failed.
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- Written by Niclas Pivic 23/2 1995. Any comments on this file may
- be mailed to pivic@skom.se or 2:201/610.
- Translated and slightly revised by The GNN 2/3 1995.
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