DIRTY LAUNDRY - ALEX GASKARTH

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september 9th, 1993

a few 'seconds' (according to jack) we were in an empty parking lot, sitting on the car.

jack was rummaging through the trunk until he pulled out a big bag, filled with cans of spray paint.

"every friday, all of the jocks and their stupid little girlfriends come to this very parking lot. they set off fireworks and fuck in the backseat of their cars" jack said, smirking and shaking a can of green paint.

"so now we're gonna leave them a little message"

zack shook his head, "you guys can, i don't wanna"

rian smiled and took a can of pink paint, alex took an orange one, and i took a pink van as well.

"kellin is an evil jock without a brain!" rian exclaimed, laughing and pointing to what he had spray painted on the cement.

i was hard at work, spray painting a really big dick.

alex walked over to me and started hysterically laughing, pointing to what i drew.

"guys take a look at this!"

about an hour later, zack was even in on it. we had been vandalizing the ground for about 4 hours until it was completely covered.

"well i think we did our job right" jack said, proudly.

alex smiled, "thanks guys"

"no problem, it was fun" i said, laughing a bit and looking at how we were all covered in spray paint.

as soon as i said that, we heard sirens.

"oh shit!" rian practically screamed, running as we all ran after him, getting into the car.

"floor it!" alex screamed and jack did,

and the police didn't catch us.

....

the guys dropped me off at my house and i waved goodbye, smiling.

as soon as i walked into the house, something was wrong. i looked up to see both of my siblings doors were shut.

where was my dad?

"d-dad?" i asked.

"where the fuck were you?" he asked, appearing from the shadows of our barely lit house.

"school of course" i lied

"i got a call from your principal." he said, towering over me with his arms crossed.

my eyes widened and i started shaking in fear.

my dad lifted his fist and hit me.

he kept punching me until i was on the floor, and then kicked me in the ribs. i choked out blood all over the floor. he grabbed me by my hair, his nails leaving a long scratch under my eye and a bruise on my lip.

"if you ever" he said, kicking me again
"disrespect me again" he said, punching me straight in the chest.

"you'll be very sorry, jasey"

and like that he walked away, leaving me a bloody passed out mess on the floor