zarmsway
01-01-2006, 06:48 PM
Alright. To start off, this definately isn't a New's Resolution thread or a thread about all the fun things that you did and/or didn't do on New Year's either. This a thread about the crazy, ood, or unusual occurences that took place since yesterday (New Year's Eve) to today (New Year's Day).
So New Year's Eve started off simple enough. I went to work as usual at the restaurant I work at. I went in at 6:00pm and thought that I would be there at least until 11:00pm because it was New Year's Eve and my managers thought that it was going to be busy. It wasn't and they cut me at 10:00pm. So I'm thinking "Cool, I guess I'll go home, take a shower, have a few drinks, then join the rest of my friends at various parties across town. My friend Lea offers to drive me home (my house is several blocks away from the restaurant and I usually walk to work) and I accept. So we get to my house and I see one of my roomates sitting on the stairs of our front porch and a guy laying on the ground in my front yard. I automatically assume that the guy on the ground is my other roomate J, because J always gets sloppy drunk and does a lot of crazy things when he is. So I get out of the car to help the person who I assume is J. Come to find out it is a mutual friend of J's and mine named Bry. Apparently J and Bry got into a fight because Bry insulted J's girlfriend and they were both drunk, so J punched Bry in the face busting his lip and possibly breaking his nose. Aight. There's some things you should know about the situation. Bry is like 6'1, bald, with a huge ass beard and one or two front teeth missing. He's a nice sized guy. Not big, but he definately looks like he could fuck shit up if he wanted to. J is like 5'8, stocky, but has a bit of a beer belly and is knomeish. People look at J and think that he can't fight for shit, and this is true most of the time. But when that kid gets drunk its a different story. Liquor gives him strength and he'll fight anybody.
So anyway, Bry is in the front yard with blood all over his face crying and is unable to speak clearly because of all the blood. My other roomate Shawn doesn't know what to do and I'm thinking "Great, I haven't even gotten to party yet, let alone drink, and I already have to deal with this crazy shit." Bry and Shawn tell what happened and I go into the house to get Bry and towel to wipe the blood off his face. I don't notice the huge ass mess in my house at first because I'm to busy trying to help my friend. Bry's still crying and gets up to hug me, telling me that he didn't do anything and J just attacked him. In the process of me helping him off the ground, he grabs my hand and presses it to his bloodly lip and nose getting blood all over my hand and says, "See, look what he did to me" as if he can't believe what happened to him. Note: This is not the first time the two of them have gotten into a fight when they're drunk.
Now I just want to say one thing. I don't have a weak stomach and I'm not very skwimish about most things. I can watch violence and gore all day and not be affected by it all, either real or simulated. But when somebody else's blood gets on me... It freaks me out. I feel like I've been contaminetd or something. Like their blood is poison. My own blood doesn't bother me bother me at all because I know it won't make me sick. I hurried back inside to clean that shit off.
A friend of Bry's picks him up from our house twenty minutes later and takes him home. I'm thinking "Good, I'm glad I don't have to deal with this all night." That is until I walk inside my house again. The place was destroyed. Like a hurricane just hit the motherfucker. There's clothes everywhere, broken beer bottles, paint and shit all over the floors. Just crazy, like I had just been robbed hardcore. Shawn is like "Well, I'm going to a concert. I'll catch you later." It always amazes me how nonchalant Shawn can be about somethings, but that's only because he didn't know how to deal with the situation and the fact that he never cleans shit anyway. Me, I'm like "I'm not gonna worry about this. I'll get J and his girl to clean this shit tomorrow because it's their mess." I take a shower, have those drinks, and I'm off on my merry way to go parties and I have a relatively good time.
Five hours later I get back to my house at like 3:30am and I see a shitload of cars parked in my driveway and my front yard and I'm thinking "I guess the New Year's Eve after party is at my crib." I get inside and meet a bunch of people, none of which I know. The house is in an even bigger mess but i'm too drunk to care. The funny thing though is that I'm the only black roommate of the house and, consequently the only black guy there. At first everybody was giving me "what the fuck" looks because they were surprised my other two roommates roomed with a black guy (I live in the south by the way) but it was cool. They weren't racist or anything, just surprised. Most of us chill out in J's room for the remainder of the evening and I can see the blood on J's wall where he destroyed Bry's face. Around five or six in the morning, most of the people have left and a few of J's friends decide to stay with us, which is fine by me. That is unitl I find out one of them is this guy that skips trains named John Slick is here. He's a vagabond, piker, whatever the hell you call people that live on the streets and travel like nomads on trains. He carries a five inch blade where ever he travels to protect whatever meager shit he travels with.
And he's brought some friends.
But, like I said I was much too drunk to care very much and they were all already asleep, so I went to bed.
I got up around eleven today and everybody was still pretty much asleep until 11:30. I chilled out in my room in the mean time and listen to everyone talking. I decided to go talk to them myself. You know, be social and shit because apparently Shawn didn't stay at the house at all last night and J's too busy fucking his girlfriend or whatever. I walk around the house until I go to the room where the pikers slept.
The room smells like death. Like, the hotest, nastiest ass ever.
I start taking out the trash because every single trash can in the house is overflowing with beer and liquor bottles. I don't even know why people even bothered, there were like ten thousand bottles on the floor already. When I take the trash outside, I meet the rest of the pikers. Johnny Slick, I had met before, but the other two were new to me. It was a guy and a girl. Both of them looked like punks, combat boots, mohawks, piercings and all. Surprisingly, up close, they didn't smell too bad, although the girl looks like she may quite possibly have the nastiest vag in history. I hope to God they didn't use my shower to get clean.
Basically the whole time I'm standing there talking to them, they talk about how they're going to get food, one way of which they discuss shop lifting at the local grocery store chain a couple of blocks from my house. Johnny Slick, having tried unsucessfully to do this in the past, informs the other two about the large amount of video cameras in the store. So they scrap that idea and decide to go dumbster diving at the local McDonald's near my house. If we actually had food in the house, they probably would have raided it. But they respect J enough not to do that.
So everbody goes to get breakfast one way or another and I'm like "Cool, I can go use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and maybe take a shower before I go to work this evening. I walk into the bathroom... Nothing short of having shit (actual shit) sprayed on my walls could have disgusted me more. There's mucus in my sink where people spitted and whatnot. There's piss all over the floors and clothes, which I'm assuming may be the pikers, everwhere. Even as I type this I have to go do #2 but, I'm affraid to sit my own bum on my own toilet. I'll probally just throw made amounts of tissue on the seat and hope for the best.
Yeah, my New Year's was crazy.
So New Year's Eve started off simple enough. I went to work as usual at the restaurant I work at. I went in at 6:00pm and thought that I would be there at least until 11:00pm because it was New Year's Eve and my managers thought that it was going to be busy. It wasn't and they cut me at 10:00pm. So I'm thinking "Cool, I guess I'll go home, take a shower, have a few drinks, then join the rest of my friends at various parties across town. My friend Lea offers to drive me home (my house is several blocks away from the restaurant and I usually walk to work) and I accept. So we get to my house and I see one of my roomates sitting on the stairs of our front porch and a guy laying on the ground in my front yard. I automatically assume that the guy on the ground is my other roomate J, because J always gets sloppy drunk and does a lot of crazy things when he is. So I get out of the car to help the person who I assume is J. Come to find out it is a mutual friend of J's and mine named Bry. Apparently J and Bry got into a fight because Bry insulted J's girlfriend and they were both drunk, so J punched Bry in the face busting his lip and possibly breaking his nose. Aight. There's some things you should know about the situation. Bry is like 6'1, bald, with a huge ass beard and one or two front teeth missing. He's a nice sized guy. Not big, but he definately looks like he could fuck shit up if he wanted to. J is like 5'8, stocky, but has a bit of a beer belly and is knomeish. People look at J and think that he can't fight for shit, and this is true most of the time. But when that kid gets drunk its a different story. Liquor gives him strength and he'll fight anybody.
So anyway, Bry is in the front yard with blood all over his face crying and is unable to speak clearly because of all the blood. My other roomate Shawn doesn't know what to do and I'm thinking "Great, I haven't even gotten to party yet, let alone drink, and I already have to deal with this crazy shit." Bry and Shawn tell what happened and I go into the house to get Bry and towel to wipe the blood off his face. I don't notice the huge ass mess in my house at first because I'm to busy trying to help my friend. Bry's still crying and gets up to hug me, telling me that he didn't do anything and J just attacked him. In the process of me helping him off the ground, he grabs my hand and presses it to his bloodly lip and nose getting blood all over my hand and says, "See, look what he did to me" as if he can't believe what happened to him. Note: This is not the first time the two of them have gotten into a fight when they're drunk.
Now I just want to say one thing. I don't have a weak stomach and I'm not very skwimish about most things. I can watch violence and gore all day and not be affected by it all, either real or simulated. But when somebody else's blood gets on me... It freaks me out. I feel like I've been contaminetd or something. Like their blood is poison. My own blood doesn't bother me bother me at all because I know it won't make me sick. I hurried back inside to clean that shit off.
A friend of Bry's picks him up from our house twenty minutes later and takes him home. I'm thinking "Good, I'm glad I don't have to deal with this all night." That is until I walk inside my house again. The place was destroyed. Like a hurricane just hit the motherfucker. There's clothes everywhere, broken beer bottles, paint and shit all over the floors. Just crazy, like I had just been robbed hardcore. Shawn is like "Well, I'm going to a concert. I'll catch you later." It always amazes me how nonchalant Shawn can be about somethings, but that's only because he didn't know how to deal with the situation and the fact that he never cleans shit anyway. Me, I'm like "I'm not gonna worry about this. I'll get J and his girl to clean this shit tomorrow because it's their mess." I take a shower, have those drinks, and I'm off on my merry way to go parties and I have a relatively good time.
Five hours later I get back to my house at like 3:30am and I see a shitload of cars parked in my driveway and my front yard and I'm thinking "I guess the New Year's Eve after party is at my crib." I get inside and meet a bunch of people, none of which I know. The house is in an even bigger mess but i'm too drunk to care. The funny thing though is that I'm the only black roommate of the house and, consequently the only black guy there. At first everybody was giving me "what the fuck" looks because they were surprised my other two roommates roomed with a black guy (I live in the south by the way) but it was cool. They weren't racist or anything, just surprised. Most of us chill out in J's room for the remainder of the evening and I can see the blood on J's wall where he destroyed Bry's face. Around five or six in the morning, most of the people have left and a few of J's friends decide to stay with us, which is fine by me. That is unitl I find out one of them is this guy that skips trains named John Slick is here. He's a vagabond, piker, whatever the hell you call people that live on the streets and travel like nomads on trains. He carries a five inch blade where ever he travels to protect whatever meager shit he travels with.
And he's brought some friends.
But, like I said I was much too drunk to care very much and they were all already asleep, so I went to bed.
I got up around eleven today and everybody was still pretty much asleep until 11:30. I chilled out in my room in the mean time and listen to everyone talking. I decided to go talk to them myself. You know, be social and shit because apparently Shawn didn't stay at the house at all last night and J's too busy fucking his girlfriend or whatever. I walk around the house until I go to the room where the pikers slept.
The room smells like death. Like, the hotest, nastiest ass ever.
I start taking out the trash because every single trash can in the house is overflowing with beer and liquor bottles. I don't even know why people even bothered, there were like ten thousand bottles on the floor already. When I take the trash outside, I meet the rest of the pikers. Johnny Slick, I had met before, but the other two were new to me. It was a guy and a girl. Both of them looked like punks, combat boots, mohawks, piercings and all. Surprisingly, up close, they didn't smell too bad, although the girl looks like she may quite possibly have the nastiest vag in history. I hope to God they didn't use my shower to get clean.
Basically the whole time I'm standing there talking to them, they talk about how they're going to get food, one way of which they discuss shop lifting at the local grocery store chain a couple of blocks from my house. Johnny Slick, having tried unsucessfully to do this in the past, informs the other two about the large amount of video cameras in the store. So they scrap that idea and decide to go dumbster diving at the local McDonald's near my house. If we actually had food in the house, they probably would have raided it. But they respect J enough not to do that.
So everbody goes to get breakfast one way or another and I'm like "Cool, I can go use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and maybe take a shower before I go to work this evening. I walk into the bathroom... Nothing short of having shit (actual shit) sprayed on my walls could have disgusted me more. There's mucus in my sink where people spitted and whatnot. There's piss all over the floors and clothes, which I'm assuming may be the pikers, everwhere. Even as I type this I have to go do #2 but, I'm affraid to sit my own bum on my own toilet. I'll probally just throw made amounts of tissue on the seat and hope for the best.
Yeah, my New Year's was crazy.