i walked in, it was like quarter to 9. there was this hostess that always wore some rockin hot ass threads. super sexy, big old sloppy lips and big eyes. kind of looked like one of them bratz dolls the kids play with these days. she wore tight ass skirts and a low cut top, cleavage all over the place. the way she was dressed, i'm sure that she had a real strong relationship with her father. it didn't matter to me much. she was fun to look at. she had some stripper name like destiny or deirdra or daniella. i don't fuckin remember. i was too scared to talk to her. i just looked at her ass from the booth she sat me in. she would sit with her ankles crossed on this chair waiting for the next customers to walk in. i wished she would turn around so i could see up her skirt. i always wondered what was going on down there.
anyhow, i ordered a high life and a jameson on the rocks and lit up a cigarette. there was a band playing. i use band loosely. it was more like an outfit. or a duo. it was two dudes. they were pretty good. kind of smothers brothers-ish. the one guy smiled a lot when he sang. i hate when people smile while they're singing. it's so fucking fake. i mean, what the hell are you so happy about? nine out of ten times, you didn't write the fucking tune in this kind of scenario. it was someone elses creativity that you are capitalizing on. maybe that's why you are smiling. i don't know. i don't care. smiling while you're singing is fucking stupid. unless some broad throws her bra on stage, i guess you can smile then.
i ordered another round. in walked roach and don.
"sup gooch" said roach.
"hey roach, how's it goin man?"
"good, good." he said, he had a raspy voice and long permed hair. he wore a mustache and a soul patch. i got him a job, he didn't live far from me. the first time i ever smoked grass was with roach and don.
"how did you guys end up wandering in here?" i asked.
"we ran into sarah, she said she was gonna meet you up here." said roach.
"cool."
"you mad about it?"
"not entirely, flow's got me wicked pissed right now is all"
don came walking over with 2 molson ice and 3 shots of hot damn. i hated hot damn. he knew i hated hot damn. fucking hot damn.
"i'm good." i said
"these are for me, roach and sarah gooch. i see you have a shot already. i'll get your next one." said don.
anyhow, i ordered a high life and a jameson on the rocks and lit up a cigarette. there was a band playing. i use band loosely. it was more like an outfit. or a duo. it was two dudes. they were pretty good. kind of smothers brothers-ish. the one guy smiled a lot when he sang. i hate when people smile while they're singing. it's so fucking fake. i mean, what the hell are you so happy about? nine out of ten times, you didn't write the fucking tune in this kind of scenario. it was someone elses creativity that you are capitalizing on. maybe that's why you are smiling. i don't know. i don't care. smiling while you're singing is fucking stupid. unless some broad throws her bra on stage, i guess you can smile then.
i ordered another round. in walked roach and don.
"sup gooch" said roach.
"hey roach, how's it goin man?"
"good, good." he said, he had a raspy voice and long permed hair. he wore a mustache and a soul patch. i got him a job, he didn't live far from me. the first time i ever smoked grass was with roach and don.
"how did you guys end up wandering in here?" i asked.
"we ran into sarah, she said she was gonna meet you up here." said roach.
"cool."
"you mad about it?"
"not entirely, flow's got me wicked pissed right now is all"
don came walking over with 2 molson ice and 3 shots of hot damn. i hated hot damn. he knew i hated hot damn. fucking hot damn.
"i'm good." i said
"these are for me, roach and sarah gooch. i see you have a shot already. i'll get your next one." said don.
