blewmeanie said:

Girl was 7'4

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blewmeanie said:

The title says it. My friend is a worthless trashy bastard, with some serious alcoholism issues. However I love his story's, this is his latest one.
Enjoy

David calls me out to drink with a girl he knows. I assume shes a moped seeing shes drinking with guys like me and daivd. Fuck me i was wrong. Girl was 7'4 with the finest black hair this side of the Mississippi. A nanny from Sweden. David and I agreed on one drink. We had 2 pitchers. I did it. My fault. Girl was beautiful, could of been a model. Easy to talk to. You need to talk about how awesome AMERICA is, you come to me. We have macaroni and cheese in little bags that we add water to and microwave. So anyway, David and I are chating her up, and its going fine until her friends from Georgia come to join us. Georgia is the main reason for Florida's secession from the US. I said it, its already in progress.

These girls, who arent nearly as attractive or entertaining, dont like me. Alcohol begins to take affect. Im angry at a past co worker i see at the bar and some old black man is talking to our group. I tell him to Fuck Off. Georgia tells me not to be mean while she gives a shit look at the guy waiting for him to leave. It takes a bit but he does. I prefer my method. Because old black men drinking Old Milwaukee dont need to be around a buzzing Micheal Holland.

David, the Swede, and I ditch the Georgianites. We head off to a club. I get a shot of whiskey become separated then i do that thing I shouldn't. I begin to think. I punch a mirror in the bathroom that refuses to break then go to a balcony and puke. A bouncer grabs me and puts me in the bathroom. I call people pussys and fagots, but no one will fight me. Which makes them better people. Im clutching the the handicap rail in the bathroom breathing hard. with threats of death and destruction. I become to much, they worked with me but they throw me out. I choked some guy out. He backed away. They throw me on the street i pass out for a minute.

Some guy taps me on the shoulder and offers me a game of pool. an Eagle Scout. 32. hasnt done shit with life as far as i can read. looked like he was 19. David finds me with the car parked in the street. I jump to the drivers seat and pull off. i stop. let david in. Get home alright. make the drunked phone calls i shouldnt and induce vomiting to try and sober myself up. Im in my moms neighborhood hoping no one was around. I stumble in and pass out naked on my bed.

Dustin Holland is coming home today. I cant beat the fuck out of him, because if he ever does want help he'll be afraid to come to me. And how I use to forget about it was to hold a girl in my arms. I know, we were different. My interests didnt work well with hers. I have a different perspective. All that jazz. Not like i bothered her to much with it. but ive got to move soon. and im looking for a job that goes with school. its coming. The push ups, the television, the books, the bike rides to nowhere, they dont make me forget about all this like she did. Im trying to meet another. but you cant drop baggage on people like this. Shit takes time.

Im not proud of myself but I dont feel like im talking to myself when i post these things.

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