"dude, we fucking talked about this no less than 12 hours ago. i told you about the electic bill and you said you had $150 for me at the apartment. remember dickwad?"
"gooch, chill man!"
"fucking chill? you're telling me to chill? ME? fuck you dumbfucker!"
"gooch, you don't really mean that. just calm down man."
"don't tell me what to do. where's the money flow?"
"gooch, i'll be right back." he went to the bedroom and opened the window and i was still there. i heard a slam downstairs. fucker split.
i looked at roach. "what the fuck dude?" i said.
"whadeedo?" roach slurred while pouring two more shots of apple pucker.
"bitch owes me money man." i griped.
"who doesn't he owe money to gooch? he owes my old man like 500 clams too."
"what, really?"
"yeah dude, i don't know how much he owes me from when we were roomates at western. be careful gooch." he did a shot, then the other one. i thought one was for me, guess not. i didn't want it anyhow. that's some nasty ass shit.
"gooch, what's up with sarah?" he was really slurring now. all pie eyed and grinny. his head was swaying. i mean he was real fucked up.
"got any pot gooch?" he said, his head was now in his folded arms laying on the table.
"naw man. you should probably kick it on the couch dude." i said trying to scoop him up off the table.
"i'm good here. the floor looks kinda good too." he grabbed the bottle of pucker and stumbled over by the coffee table. i thought for sure he was going to fall through it. he set the bottle down on the table. he grabbed my boot that was by the door and layed it down like a pillow and put his head on it and was asleep almost instantly. i grabbed the transformers sleeping bag that don usually used as a blanket and put it over him.
i sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. i turned on the television, the dr. katz episode was on where ben had witnessed a robbery. it was one of my favorites. ben was being interviewed by the police about gunshots. he claimed that as few as zero and as many as three shots were fired. that shit fucking kills me.
"gooch, chill man!"
"fucking chill? you're telling me to chill? ME? fuck you dumbfucker!"
"gooch, you don't really mean that. just calm down man."
"don't tell me what to do. where's the money flow?"
"gooch, i'll be right back." he went to the bedroom and opened the window and i was still there. i heard a slam downstairs. fucker split.
i looked at roach. "what the fuck dude?" i said.
"whadeedo?" roach slurred while pouring two more shots of apple pucker.
"bitch owes me money man." i griped.
"who doesn't he owe money to gooch? he owes my old man like 500 clams too."
"what, really?"
"yeah dude, i don't know how much he owes me from when we were roomates at western. be careful gooch." he did a shot, then the other one. i thought one was for me, guess not. i didn't want it anyhow. that's some nasty ass shit.
"gooch, what's up with sarah?" he was really slurring now. all pie eyed and grinny. his head was swaying. i mean he was real fucked up.
"got any pot gooch?" he said, his head was now in his folded arms laying on the table.
"naw man. you should probably kick it on the couch dude." i said trying to scoop him up off the table.
"i'm good here. the floor looks kinda good too." he grabbed the bottle of pucker and stumbled over by the coffee table. i thought for sure he was going to fall through it. he set the bottle down on the table. he grabbed my boot that was by the door and layed it down like a pillow and put his head on it and was asleep almost instantly. i grabbed the transformers sleeping bag that don usually used as a blanket and put it over him.
i sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. i turned on the television, the dr. katz episode was on where ben had witnessed a robbery. it was one of my favorites. ben was being interviewed by the police about gunshots. he claimed that as few as zero and as many as three shots were fired. that shit fucking kills me.
