Auto-SummaryThe author recounts a wild night at an apartment complex where they and another maintenance man, J, consumed large amounts of G (GHB), an illegal drug. They invited three underage "Pixie Chicks" who were known for their drug use to their friend's house, where they got even more intoxicated. The next morning, they returned to work at the apartment complex, leaving the intoxicated girls in J's apartment. Despite being heavily influenced by G, the author managed to fix a leaky roof while experiencing an adrenaline rush. They injured themselves when they fell into a holly bush while fixing the roof, but the G made the fall seemingly painless. Upon returning to work, they received criticism from their coworkers for their poor performance, despite their efforts to fix the leak.
Haha, I got dozens of stupid work stories. This one might be more stupid than the last one.
Disclaimer: this story includes many irresponsible things that I do not condone, that being said:
I was working as a maintenance man at an apartment complex, and one of the other maintenance men, J, became a good friend of mine. Both of us were really wild and around 21, so the rest of the crew got a big kick out of us. It was a good gig, and had incentives like bonuses and Safety Bingo, where we competed with other complexes to receive awards for not having injuries on the job.
One night, we drove to this gym where J knew the manager and he scored a big bottle of G. We rode over to another friend of mine's house, D, where there were a few folks drinking, including a group of three wild teenage girls who everybody called the Pixie Chicks. They were some hippy-thug-raver chicks who rolled and drank G and hung out in strip clubs a lot. Since they always had the E hookup, they were never hassled at the door, even though they were underage. D happened to be dating one of the Pixie Chicks at the time. Well, he was pretty drunk when we got there, like sloshed drunk on Jager, so we carried him to his bed and left with the Pixies, cause they were on our nuts when they saw how much G we had.
So we were all packed into the car headed back to J's apartment, and these girls were pretty drunk and ready to G out. We were letting them sip from the bottle, so who knows how much they had. By the time we got there, these girls were belligerent. I think as soon as we entered the place, lamps started getting knocked over and things started breaking. It was all J and I could do just to restrain one girl at a time, which left one Pixie free to parade around the place tilting over furniture at all times. I am amazed that they didn't hurt themselves. People on G are so malliable. It's like their bodies turned to Jell-O as they would run into couches and just somersault over the back of them unharmed.
As the hours persisted, they began to G out and would pass in and out of concsiousness. They were all having a lot of fun, and they were all in very slutty moods too. They were only halfway coherent when they were awake, but they all clearly wanted something else in them to make them feel good when they weren't being slapped back awake.
Well, 7 o'clock in the morning came around in no time. We couldn't call in because J lived in the apartment complex where we worked, like 20 yards away from the shop where we all met in the morning. All the other guys would have just loved to come over and see what we were up to, and plus they had keys to all the apartments. So we go in to work and leave the Pixies in his apartment to get some much needed rest.
Just the sight of the two of us sent the other maintenance men into hysterics. They were all laughing and taking turns examining our eyes. We loaded up tools and materials and got away from them as quick as we could and went to fix a leaky roof. When we got to the apartment, I was beginning to understand just how fucked up I was still. J and I were taking sips of G all through the night, and it was keeping us energized then, but it was starting to take its toll on me. I was just nodding all over the place, and I kept hearing conversations in my head, so I was answering questions that no one was asking me. I got out of the truck and set the ladder up. The resident came out to shoot the shit, but he was visably uncomfortable when he noticed how tore up his maintenance men were.
You know how ladders have little feet on the bottom with spikes for sticking into the ground? Well I must have said fuck those spikes and the ladder was on about a 45 degree incline so as to not damage a big holly bush there up next to the apartment. I got some tar and a brush and headed up the ladder without using my hands. When I got about halfway up, the ladder began to slide out from under me! I dropped the supplies and I was racing up the ladder to make it to the roof before the end of the ladder slid off the roof. Well, I made it to the roof in just enough time to set my tippy toes on the edge of the shingles. Then I came down with my hands and slapped the shit out the shingles in some feeble attempt to get a grip. It was no good, and I turned in the air and fell chest-first right into the holly bush. I think the G helped me to be all agile and it felt as if I fell into a pillow of goosefeathers. I never felt any pain whatsoever, even though I had just plunged ten feet into a holly bush, supported by the main trunk five feet within the mass of the stickers. There was a mild stinging in my palms, which were covered in abrasions from slapping the shingles, and I had a few scratches on my face.
J came running from the truck and I jumped out of the bush with the biggest adrenaline/G buzz of my life. The resident came back outside and looked us both up and down a few times as we assured him everything was fine. When it was all said and done and we actually got back up on the roof to fix the leak, J said, "Goddamnit Swyfty, you just about fucked up our Safety Bingo!"
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