2003-06-02 - 11:56 p.m.

Warning: This Entry ends with some Violence.

5/28.2003

At Sophia's Bar on Wednesday nights the drinks are a dollar. Do you know how cheap that makes liver destruction? It's like your drinking the bullets out of a Saturday night special. Dan and I walk around the very crowded bar looking for Dave S. and Jessica. Dave S. is a big bearded fucker and is easy to miss - if you blind. We both get a beer, Dan gets a Newcastle and I get a bud. Because Dan's beer cost $4, I got bud because it's only worth a dollar, even though it tastes like 90 cents. Dan and I eventually see Dave out front talking to a bouncer friend of his. He tells us Chris and Jessica are at the bar. Dan and I find them. Chris cleaned up nice for a drinking night on the town. I guess he figures if a man wants to get into the best place of a woman he better shave his face. Maybe that's why I'm lonely, save for my facial hair. Jessica, as always is looking attractive.

I talk to her and then I look over at Dan sitting at a table and go sit with him. Dave comes over and sits with us and Jessica goes out into the patio area. Chris comes over and asks, "What are you doing you pussies. Don't sit down. You're not going to get girls sitting down." Jessica then comes back to this table with a male friend of hers. He's Middle Eastern and we all talk about how fucked up Iraq is now. Her friend thinks I'm a funny guy. Maybe because I'm the first guy he's ever seen with two Mohawks, of course I've have one - but he's seeing two.

They call last call for alcohol and we go up and get a couple more drinks. Chris has been two fisting it all night because he's cheap and he wants to get as much 1 dollar drinks in his body as possible.

We decide to go to G Street because there is no longer a cover. We rush over there and as I walk in I see Dan's neighbor Robin. We start talking and she introduces me to Jody, her roommate and Ashley, her neighbor. They all live in Dan's apartment complex. As I talk to her Chris and Dan come over with a pitcher and start talking to different members of the group. Robin is Pilipino and goes by the name Rob which turns me on because she looks nothing like me but if I call out her name during sex it will sound like I'm passionately masturbating.

We convince them to come to Chris' apartment to go swimming. Or rather skinny dipping because we don't have suits. Except Jody has a boyfriend so conveniently for her she has a suit also. Dave is sober so he drives us. We stop by Dan's place for a couple of towels (Douglas Adams would be proud) and then my car for a couple bottles of wine. We go to Chris' place and sit and talk. I remind people about the swimming and Robin says, "Yeah lets go swimming."

We walk over top the pool and I hop the fence and see if I can open the gate. I can't so everyone hops over. Robin starts to strip and so does Ashley, and of course so do I. Dan and Chris get naked. We go in the hot tub. Dave sits in the lawn chair by the pool. We all pass around the bottle. I go after Robin. Dan goes after Jody. And Ashley goes after Chris.

Even more people in Davis have seen my penis.

Robin dives into the pool and I get up and check out the temp of the pool. It's not too bad and even if it was, there is a naked woman in the pool so that cancels out any temperature problem. The other four scantily clad folk also get in. We decide to race form one point to the other. Chris comes in first. His prize is the largest pair of titties in the water. When Chris talks about a girl he likes to say "she has some big ole titties." Ashley is the type of girl he would say this about.

I put my arm around Robin in the hot tub, just as Chris does to Ashley and Dan does to Jody. But the sprinklers come on and we see that are clothes are getting wet. Maybe someone complained about the swimming in the early hours of 3 am. Maybe someone complain about the nudity in the early hours. We all get dressed to varying degrees and climb over the gate. Ashley and Chris don't put their shirts back on and they walk over to another direction. Ashley won't be needing a ride back to the apartment complex, or at least she won't be for a few hours.

In the car Jody and Robin show some concern for their friend. We tell them that Chris is a great guy. Dave says he'll drive back over there to check things out. I doubt this is going to happen but I don't say anything. Dave is being a good friend to Chris and being a good guy by somewhat calming the fears of Ashley's friends. But we all know that it was Ashley's choice to stay at Chris'. Yes means yes and no means maybe we can still make out to varying degrees of satisfaction. Or of course, no can always just mean no to everything, but if this was that type of situation Ashley would be in the car with us going home. But she's not - she probably has her "big ole titties" in the palms of Chris C.

At Dan's place we thank Dave for the ride. Robin and Jody live right next door to Dan so we walk up to the same place. We both think maybe we'll be invited in or maybe we can invite them in, but they tell us good night so Dan and I go into his apartment because as I said, no means no. We sit and talk about Chris' fortune and then I go to sleep on the couch.

5/29.2003

I wake up at about 10 am. I have class at 10:30. No problem, except for I have to walk to my car for dry clothes. I show up at Viticulture class a little late. Sarah tells me that the Professor has said this will be an important lecture. Of course it will be, today we study America's wine and America is all that matters in the world. The sun isn't the center of the universe - the United States is. Think about this nation's abbreviation. The Founding Fathers knew we would become the most self-centered country in the world so they just got right to it and name the country the U. S. Because it's always about us.

I learned in Viticulture that the bible condones alcoholism. Not only because God invented booze, so drunkard ness is next to godliness, but because as Psalms 104:5 states, "And wine gladdens men's hearts." And why does it? Because wine makes women looser and that gladdens men's hearts.

In poetry class I get bored. Why study poetry when I can just write it. I have to have something to perform at Write Club tonight at 7pm so I write these:

"It's Stuck in your Blood"

It gets in you,

like a nail through the wrist

or a gun in the mouth

or a scalpel to the heart.

It gets underneath your skin

and in your blood.

It plows the fields inside you.

You can feel the harvest growing

red and red and red and

everything is

ridiculous and romantic and ridiculous and then rotten.

But its still in you,

like a nail in your skin rusting.

And all you can do is wait for it to fall out,

like a coin through the hole of a pocket

or a piece of shit into a toilet.

You have to just let it slide it out of your blood.

You have to be patient with your soul

Because sometimes love can be the hardest

venereal disease to get rid of.

"In the crotch of everything"

I saw the person that may one day kill me

over at the corner of second and B.

I ran into the person that could love me so bad it hurts

down over by Richards near the beginning of first.

And my worst enemy was at the grocery store on West Cowell;

maybe we'll be shoved in a room with each other forever - that could be our hell.

I shook the hand of God over at the bar on G Street.

he had a burning bourbon and he spilt my beer on my shoes and it soaked into my feet.

I saw him the next day over at Sophia's bar.

He spent a fortune on one dollar drinks - good thing he doesn't need a car -

because then I saw him gloriously stumble, burst into light,

and head up higher than the water tower into the Pacifico night.

And then I saw a friend on every street corner making love to angel

all the way from the 113 to the last inch of Covell.

And then I saw everyone that dislikes me and hates me so

with their faces shoved in cowshit over by Tercero.

I realized then that the world as the right testicle of God and we all should

just be thankful he doesn't scratch it nearly as often as he could.

After poetry I go and sit out on the quad. I run into Lisa D. She sits with me. Then Dan and shows up. We all talk. And then Scott comes over and talks about the party he'll be throwing this week. he talks about how he heard people he didn't even know talking about the party this weekend. I've told a bunch of people and so has Dan. Scott then adds, "I saw a giant truck full of Newcastle kegs. God damn it I wish I had a gun." Then we all talk about armed robbery. Josh F. has sat down and he says, "I went to a shooting range with my girlfriend. I had a boner for days. Boing!" He talks about how this was before Crystal would let me fuck her. She had a pistol and he had a hard on and the only thing getting cocked was the gun.

I ask Scott what beer he will actually settle on for the party. He says he hasn't decided yet. We're all looking forward to getting drunk because he plans on having 3 kegs. Scott definitely plans on getting drunk. I tell him, the best thing about throwing a party at your own place is you don't have to transport a woman anywhere if you want to hock up with her. He says that he already has that arranged. Lisa then says, "A woman actually agreed to have sex with you when she was sober." Scott then makes fun of Lisa by telling her to go back to the bowling alley where she's not getting laid. I say that Lisa has someone to knock down her pins of her alley. Then I see Azver and yell, "Speak of the Devil." Scott asks Azver if he's been bowling recently. Azver says, "No he doesn't bowl much." We all laugh because Azver is ignorant of what he just said. And then we all laugh more when he adds, he doesn't like to bowl. Eventually we let him in on the joke and he tells us he thought bowling was a euphemism for masturbation.

Hoang and Ihsan sit down with us and we talk about general insanity. About how we're going to fuck with the Aggie this weekend. I'm going to make a crossword puzzle and put it on my chest. the crossword will say, California Aggie: All the News that's fit to shit. Hoang talks about how he will dress as a Chinese person because he is Vietnamese and soon China will take over Viet Nam. He says that one day a million Chinese people will just line up and piss across the border between the two countries and they'll flood Viet Nam wait for it to dry up and then proclaim annexation.

I have to go to my Poetry discussion so I tell everyone I'll see them later. At poetry I'm not drunk. that's weird for me. I usually drink before hand, it help me discuss the literary

devices better. Actually I've only drunk a few times, but I'm at the point in my life where alcoholism just seems romantic. After a few years worth of this when I'm nearly dead maybe the romance with be drowned out of my life philosophy.

At Poetry Darcy, the T. A., is wearing a yellow outfit. I make fun of it. I tell her she looks like she is worried about getting caught out in the quad. She makes fun of my yellow back pack. I spend the class period staring at those few inched of flesh she has exposed between her shirt and her pants. The class also volunteers me to bring ice cream to the last class. Maybe I'll bring wine also.

After class I go to the computer lab and then head off to Write Club. On the way there a guy from my poetry class asks me what room Write Club is in, even though I am a few steps ahead of him and the room, Wellman 26, is posted on my backpack. I rush over to Write Club.

I see a girl wearing a Cherry Garcia Ben & Jerry's T-shirt. I think maybe it is someone I know until I get close to her and don't recognize her. But she looks at me and asks, "are you Rob?" I say yes, and she asks where Write Club is. I tell her to follow me. I see Diana (%%diary-dianabee%%) and ask her if she's coming to Write Club. She says she will as soon as she finishes her cigarette.

I ask the girl that new my name what her's is and it is Claire. I then tell her that I work for Ben & jerry's. She bought the shirt at a thrift store. I ask her how she heard about Write Club and she says a guy with longish shaggy brown hair told her about it. I ask her if his name was Dan. She says, "No."

Claire sits next to Will at Write Club. Bill, Aisha and Dan shows up and so does Grace (%%diary-noirrealist%%). Grace wants to know if Kristin (%%diary-design-doll%%) is showing up. She only attends in Kristin does. Diana comes in. Asia, a girl that was at the club last week shows up. And we start the club. I start of with the poetry I wrote earlier in the day. I ask who is going to read next, Dan, Will, or Bill, because they all expressed interest. Dan only reads a poem. Will reads a few and he says he is searching because he's been busy with other stuff. And then Bill reads a story. Aisha accuses me of being a chauvinist because I ask the men first, but I do so because they all said they had something to read before hand. But Aisha gets up and reads. Kristin reads something from her diary. Diana has had her notepad resting on her naked knees for a few minutes so I ask her if she has anything to read. She says she will, but she has to find it. She comes up and sits on the table. While she searches I read a story that was given to me by Kris F. Kris is a nice guy but his story is an insane mixture of Russian folklore and magical realism science fiction. I can't describe it. I just read it and everyone laughs at the made up names of place until Diana is ready. She reads some poetry I recognize from her diary, its nice to hear a voice to it. Then she talks about something she wrote recently that she's tempted to read but its graphic. She wouldn't say anything about it unless she wanted to read it. That's just her subtle way of asking for motivation, she wants to go through with it. I hop up and read a sonnet I wrote about blow jobs just so she doesn't seem out of place with the nasty talk. She eventually reads something she wrote about her night with Alex, something she neglected to post on her diary. But then after she is done she says everything she read wasn't true. I'm glad she finally showed up because I enjoy her writing online and even better in the flesh.

After Write Club I invite everyone to the screening of A Clockwork Orange. Dan, Aisha, and I walk over to the fast and Sleazy where I but a 40 ounce of Steel Reserve and a 24 ounce can for Aisha. Dan gets a big bottle of Newcastle. Then Dan goes to his place and gets my bottle of two-buck-Chuck Shaw.

Back at Wellman 2 to see the movie I see Diana and start talking to her and Lauren. I invite them up to the front row to watch the movie with us. Diana has never sat in the front row with us. Its always been too weird between her and Dan. But now I think they are over things. Maybe its because Diana got her deposit money back on the apartment they shared and she gave Dan some of it for the rent she didn't pay him when she moved out. Dan's Scottish so he's cheap. I'm Scottish. I'm cheap. Remember what I said about the two-buck-Chuck Shaw.

I sit on the far left Dan sits in the middle and Diana to the right. Lauren sits on the far right. Aisha sits behind me. The movie starts and I open the bottle of wine and give it to Diana. I proceed to down my 40 ounces of Steel reserve. That's 3 and a 1/2 pounds of booze. That's 3.24 ounces of pure alcohol. That is equivalent to 6 shots of Vodka.

Aisha keeps coming and going and she hushes a guy real load in the theatre. This doesn't go over well because the timing is all wrong. She hushed a guy that doesn't participate in the heckling so the guy sinks down in his seat as if he was truly ashamed because her dropped something on the floor. Aisha's had a little less than two ounces of pure alcohol. She's buzzed so she's forgiven.

Lauren leaves and I look over and Diana is wearing sun glass. I get up and sit next to her. I take a gulp of my wine that she's holding on to and notice that she's wearing pants. Earlier at Write Club she was just wearing a short plaid skirt. I'm Scottish. I have a fetish for plaid. I start drunkenly complaining about Diana's pants. About how I was enjoying her legs earlier. Now she has on pants. It wouldn't be that bad if she took the skirt off, but she left it on. Its the French look. Its reminding me that I could be staring at her legs, but I'm just looking at denim. Diana lifts up her pants so I can see her ankle and I proceed to fondle her knob.

Chris shows up late. he's had a shitty day. he's not drinking. The movie ends and Diana says she's going back to her place. As she walks away I continue complaining about her jeans. Because some times I can be an inappropriate bastard when I'm drunk and I want to see if I can make Dan feel uncomfortable. I tell Dan that I wouldn't mind fucking his ex. maybe I could be in the my penis has been inside where Dan's penis has club. Dan says I've gone to far and I should drop it. I finally found a button that I could push on Dan. This amuses me but I discontinue the conversation. Even when I'm drunk I can still figure out when to quit. Even when it comes to nudity. I know who really wants to see my penis and who doesn't. Although those that really want to some time don't bring themselves to admitting it. Ahh, don't be ashamed of wanting to see the genitals of a man without any shame.

Aisha goes back to working on the magazine One Drop, in which one of my poems is featured in. Chris goes home because he doesn't feel like drinking, he feels like sulking.

Dan and I decide to go to G Street Pub. We get a pitcher and join the court of the King of beers. We sit at a table and watch the band play. Outside on the patio we see Heath D. from the California Aggie. I look over at a girl and ask Dan if he ever looks at a girl wearing very low pants and wonders if her ass crack ever begins. Dan and I each drink a pint. I go into the bathroom where I run into Heath. I've never been introduced to him but we know each other's name. I tell him I'll see him at his party this weekend.

I walk back to the table where Dan is at. I ask him if he wants to go and see if we can play pool. We walk over to the other room and there are no open table so we go back to our seats. The girl with low pants and her friend have sat down at our table. We sit down and introduce ourselves. their names are Lilly and Jessie. We find out Lilly is an English major and Jessie is from Contra Costa County where I lived for a year. We talk about that until they decide they have to leave. Dan and I then go into the other room to play darts. We see this guy Sig, who was at Delta Venus last night playing experimental guitar. We listen to some of his music on the head phones. Then we finish our dart game and decide to go home.

I see that someone called me on my phone. I try to return the call but my phone is too dead. Its Laura. I go to Dan's and call her. No answer. On her message she said I had a great personality. I can tell she's attracted to me. Its nice to know someone is.

I go to sleep on Dan's couch.

5/30.2003

I wake up and Dan's roommate Patrick is eating breakfast. We talk about how I'm going to sublet his room starting July first. We decide on a price and then we talk a little about music. He's going to Kansas City to live and I paraphrase the song "going to New York City." Then we talk about Huey Lewis and the News because of their song the "Heart of Rock and Roll (is in Cleveland)" I'm always down to talk about Johnny Cash so I mention Folsom Prison Blues as a song about a local location. He knows I'm a fan so he asks me about the new album with Nine Inch Nail's "Hurt." I tell him the album is great but saying a Johnny Cash album is great is a little redundant because its just stating the obvious.

I go to campus. I sit on the quad and talk to Aisha and Josh and Dan. We all have places to be. Aisha needs to go to AS PAPERs to work on her magazine. Josh needs to go the bank. And Dan needs to do something, I don't know. But I motivate him to get where he is going by talking about Diana's legs some more. he leaves right then and there. I can be such a good friend.

I sit for a few more minutes. Then I get up to go to KDVS. Once there I start alphabetizing CDs. Then Marina offers double time to help delivery tables to Old Iron Sides for our KDVS Record swap on Sunday. I take her up on her offer.

Steve, Erica W., Chris, Metal Gina, Marina, Skip, and Paul all go.

I drive with Chris and Metal Gina over to a where house. Metal Gina drives a big red neck butt rock heavy metal truck. She's going to show me how to run a show. She wants to know if I'll play metal on my show. I say that I will but it won't be predominantly metal. I want to have a show called Rob Roy's How to Guide to Practicing Alcoholism and Drug Use that will feature music by drunkards and druggies for drunkards and druggies. In other words - a college radio show.

After loading up the tables onto Skip's trailer I fall asleep on the drive to Sacramento. I have called my work to tell them I'll be a little late. We unload the tables at Old Ironsides. Metal Gina starts playfully beating up Steve. While Metal Gina isn't listening Steve says "he didn't get beat up by a girl he got beat up by Metal Gina."

We all pile into Skip's truck and head back to Davis. We take pictures of each other. I enjoy the camaraderie of the KDVS crew. I won't say everyone gets along, but in this truck we do. Steve starts showing us how he can move his arm in a wave very smoothly. he's a great dance. I tell him I would emulate him but then I would be a failure. Oh wait. I would try to emulate him but then I would be a failure.

We stop at this place called Whitie's in West Sacramento. It looks likes its out of the fifties. Like it belongs in American Graffiti. The prices are very cheap. It as if the owners didn't feel like ordering new signs to list the prices so they just haven't changed the prices in 10 years.

While sitting at the table we all talk about how Steve used to have long hair and a beard but now he is short cropped and clean shaven. he also has Erica W. on his lap. I tell them that they disgust me, they're so in love. But really, they are perfect for one another and I really smile at their happiness because they deserve it.

I then proceed to talk about kissing Jackson P. and I tell them I'm bisexual. Skip gets up and starts walking around. He's about 40 and I think I'm making him nervous. He's not used to my bullshit yet.

We go back to Davis and I go to work. This girl Rachel is working with me for the first time today. She is from Davis but goes to school in Montana. I ask her what her major is and she says Creative Writing. She's attractive so I talk to her about poetry and all that type of junk. I know a lot of the people she's mentioning as far as her teacher's go. We talk about the poetry scene in Montana and about the stuff I do in Davis. I'm on my best behavior to not scare her, until she says she has a boyfriend. Then another employee, Caroline, shows up and I talk about kissing men and drinking pee. I make the argument that we've all tasted our own and spit and probably the spit of another person. We've all tasted our own blood, and maybe the blood of others. Some people have tasted their own semen or the semen of others. What is so disgusting about urine. What makes urine different than semen. Why does society think it is less nasty to swallow the cum of another person than it is to swallow your own urine. I think I have a good point. Caroline is disgusted. I totally freaked her out. Rachel took it more in stride. I'm not saying everyone should make it a habit to drink their own pee or the pee of others. But if you've swallowed cum don't tell me urine is any less nasty. I've tasted my own piss, cum, blood, and spit and I'm not afraid to admit it, but I'm not going to eat my own shit. so don't think that's the next step. A man has to have boundaries.

James shows up with Stacey, from Alternative Film Club. James sees me throw ice cream for the first time. I do it for this group of 14 year old girls that scream its the coolest thing ever when they watch me catch a scoop on a cone.

While I clean up I talk to James and Stacey about living in the rough parts of Vallejo that E-40 raps about. James and I tell Stacey about Sarah, seeing as James has a crush on her, just like every other guy that knows her. I think its the boney ass. If she bends over the right way her tail bone can act like the knob of a saddle, and every guy wants to be a cowboy and hold on for the ride of a lifetime.

Stacey makes a statement that she has a lot of girlfriends that like to say the word cock because of the way their mouth opens when they say it. I tell her I want to meet these women. the James and Stacey leave.

After we close I go to Delta Venus where Dan and Chris are. They are talking to the grad student named Valerie. My goal is to fuck a grad student while I'm an underclassmen. Dan is a third year, but any time you fuck someone of a high social status than you it is quite a feat. hell, any time you fuck it is quite a feat (considering how long it has been for me).

Dan Chris and I decide to go out drinking. We go to Sophia's where we run into Justin, one of Chris' friends. He's this big fucker that always wears a Danzig baseball cap. he could decimate me without evening burning half a dozen calories. Sophia's has already called last call so we go to G Street. Dan tells me I need to get a long Island Ice Tea so I can catch up with him and Chris. We think we may get in free but also, we don't. So we pay the three dollar cover. We buy a pitcher and get some darts. We start playing but none of cares who wins as long as we try. We give up the game near the end because of last call. All I've had to drink is about two beers. I'm capable of driving so I agree to give Chris a ride home. We go and talk to Dave S. at the sound both and then leave. Whenever I leave a bar with hands empty of the flesh of a woman I feel like some what of a failure. I've only succeeded once. And even then, my balls ended up being the color of Pabst Blue Ribbons that night.

The three of us walked past Woodstock's pizza and I saw Jessica so I went in. We met a bunch of Jessica's friends but it was all quick and I didn't get any of their names. Although I did meat this girl Caroline that Dan and Chris have talked about several times because her breasts are so large they can make a 14 year old boy's attention span grow to such a length that he'll collapse because all the weight in his body will move to the front of his pants.

We walk up G Street to Third and I tell Jessica she is wearing a doilies. Dan and Chris agree. We part ways and I walk with the two drunkards up third. At the corner of C street Dan asks me wear we're going. I tell him he's going home then I point in the direction of his apartment. I'm going to drive Chris home and then we'll call it a night.

Dan walks home and Chris and I talk as we walk up C street toward my parked car past sixth. Right before the corner of forth street Chris and I hear a "shut the fuck up." Chris turns to this frat boy mother fucker and says, "excuse me." The guy says, "Shut the fuck up." Chris starts walking toward the guy and yells, "I'm on the street I can say whatever I'd like to my friend." The frat boy yells, "Shut the fuck up." Chris shouts for him to come out into the street and say that. The guy just replies, "Shut the fuck up, bitches." The guy towers a few inches over Chris and outweighs him by over fifty pounds of muscle. Chris lunges in for the guy and punches him. He gets a couple of shots on the guy. I mumble an, "Ahhhh fuck." The fall to ground and start rolling around with each other. Chris is holding his own. I'm not doing anything because Chris always talks about how he likes to fight. A good fight every few months will keep a man alive. If you put your dick in a pussy you might as well pound another man with your fist while he attempts to pound you. I just let them be. But this is a frat house so there are brothers that are filtering out. This guy comes up and yells at me a question, "What the fuck is going on." I point at Chris and the other guy rolling around and say, "They're fighting." The guy goes up to them and starts pulling on Chris because Chris is on top of the "shut the fuck up" guy. The guy is trying to stop the fight. Okay. Its not really over because no one looks close to having any real injuries. The guy pulling on Chris starts punching him.

Fuck.

Now I have to start ending this shit. I go up and start trying to pull the second guy off Chris. Someone the guy from the bottom stands up and punches me in the jaw a couple of times. I yell at him, "Why the fuck are you punching me?" The guy runs back to Chris and I run back over and try to pull the guys off him. A few of the frat brothers grab a hold of me and hold me back. I keep shaking them off me and lunging forward. About four or five guys are kicking Chris in the body and the head.

One guy that is only wearing boxing shorts runs out pulls the guys off. He's yelling, "What the fuck is going on?" Chris stands up and lunges forward and punches the guy a few times. he's yelling, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I have my cell phone out and I put 911 in the phone, just in case. They are all looking at us like about 16 drunk guys want tick our ass and a few sober guys will attempt to stop them, unless we piss them all off.

I yell for Chris to get the hell out of here. he pretty much figured that out on his own so he walks down the street.

These guys come up to me and tell me that the other guys don't live there. I tell them its really easy for them to say that, but how am I supposed to know that. They say that they are good guys at the house. I say, "yeah real good. Explain to me why five 200 pound motherfuckers were kicking a 130 pound guy while he was on the ground." They just apologize. they realize that I have some sort of power at the moment because, as a frat, they can get into deep shit for the violence they just ensued. Sure, Chris threw the first punch, but the other guy instigated it. And then there was the massive outnumbered assaulting of Chris. This one guy is yelling for to "get the fuck off the lawn." I yell that "they all should read a book by Sigmund Freud because they're all small dick dumb fucks." Then I walk across the street and see Chris looking at me from a hundred feet away. I turn around and yell for them to kick my ass in the street. there are cars approaching. I yell that "I'm a homosexual. Do they want to kick my ass now." Fighting is slightly homoerotic, I figure there are a few closet cases so maybe they would like that. Then I reach into my pocket and yell, "I have AIDS. That dumb bastard that hit me - I'm bleeding. Come over here and look at my immune inhibitor pills. Calm on you dumb bastards. Hit the queer." Cars drive by and say something about me having aids. I yell, "Fuck all of you."

They are all looking at each other with a very confused and worried look at their face. One guy just punched a queer that has AIDS. that queer was walking with another guy in the middle of the night. maybe that guy is queer with AIDS to. That guy was really bleeding. Fuck, if their knuckles are bleeding ,maybe they have the HIV now to. Dumb fuck Frat boys don't know much about science, especially when they're drunk. So I walk away giving them some shit to worry about. I can't resist being a wise-ass.

I walk with Chris to the car. I ask him if he's all right. he's yelling that those dumb fucker hit him in the head. he just needs to get home and put some ice on his face. We sit in the car and he tells me, "No offense Rob, but sometimes I wish I ran with a much tougher crowd. Because Justin could have taken down six of those guys." I tell him, "Well, I figure if I would have thrown some punches the instead of five against one and one guy on your side trying to end it - it would be 20 guys against the two of us." Chris says, "yeah, you did the right thing." I say, "Its a good thing I sent Dan home because he would have joined in and gotten his ass beaten down unbelievable so." Chris says, "yeah, Dan's a pussy." Then he starts mumbling about how he didn't even get that much of an adrenaline rush. He says, "This is a good reason to smoke a bowl." We talk about the insanity of them kicking him in the head some more.

Once at his apartment he asks for an ice pack. I go to the freezer and get one. he sits on the couch and puts it in his face. he tells me to go into Tom's room and get the glass jar on the desk that has pot in it. I go in and get it. he asks me to pack a bowl while he goes into the restroom. I do so and he looks at his fucked up face in the mirror. he tells me to take a rip so I do so. then he takes a big old rip and mumbles something about good weed. I go get an ice back for my jaw. Chris takes another hit and sits back and we talk more about the fight. Chris says that the pain and the adrenaline and the pot and the booze aren't mixing well. he gets up and goes to the bathroom. he tells me to get him a big glass of water. the only thing I can find is a big beer mug. I put water in and bring it into the bathroom. Chris is already puking. he asks me for some bread. I go into the kitchen and get a smaller cup because the mug is too big and a loaf of bread. Chris pukes some more. he talks about the worst is the end when I'll your doing is bring the stomach acid up into your mouth. he wipes off his hands and tells me he stuck his finger in his throat so he got some puke on his fingers. He flushing his mouth out with the water and then drinks some. He has a slice of bread and then asks me to close up the bag and put it away. he tells me I'm welcome to stay the night but he's going to bed. I walk out front to call Dan and tell him that I assume we're not going to make the 10:30 appointment time we set up for building the dome tomorrow.

I feel a lot of Adrenaline in me. I call up Laura because its a little after two in the morning and she called me at about the same time last night and left a message. She just got back from the Coldplay concert in Mountain View. She went alone. I talk to her about the fight. She tells me about the concert. I tell her I'm wired and I can't sleep. She mentions that she may watch a movie. I ask her if she wants company. She says she doesn't know. Its almost 3 am but I don't need sleep. Chris is in bed developing bruises I figure I can try for some company. She lives with her parents still so I guess she's a little uneasy about the last night company. She says she may just go to sleep because its late. I invite her to the party tomorrow, but I'm not too sure of the address so I tell her I'll call her tomorrow and invite her.

Laura seems lonely. Even if I don't do anything with her I would like to get more friends. She seems nice and no one deserves loneliness unless they're done horrible things in there lifetime punishable by prison.

I go in and take my shoes off. Chris thinks its a matter of mutual respect for a friend to get comfortable in another friend's house. If you sleep at his place, even on the couch, take your shoes off. I do so. I lay down with my head on the arm rest. No blanket wondering if I'll have bruises on my jaws tomorrow.

It was quite a night.

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