i went to midwinter with my girlfriend Karma. i hate dancing. i left early on to drink prescription cough syrup with my friend little Tony and look for weed. i disappeared without telling her anything. i came back an hour or so later. i missed the "big" dance. i left her to dance with her girlfriends. She was infuriated. She was yelling at me in front my friends. Being prideful and having a "respect" complex, i yelled back. i probably called her a bitch. Angrily, we left the dance. We tried to go to a party. Outside a drunk girl named Chastity crouched down right in front our car, with our headlights on, and peed. i thought it was really gross. We were bored at the party. We both hated it. We drove back to her house. We took some prescription pills. We sat in the backseat of my dad's car and talked. It was probably the best conversation we ever had. i felt incredibly peaceful. We talked for five hours. We kissed. We embraced. We did other stuff. We connected. i felt like i might love her.
2 comments:
oh, high school is beautiful...
ah the wonderful days of being an asshole to girls and them loving you for it.
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