If I had one word to describe the events of that Saturday night in April of '02, it would be filthy. Fortunately, however, I have the time and ability to explain to you just what I mean by filthy. To define the word, I simply quote the dictionary; "extremely or disgustingly dirty," I, of course mean it both literally as well as metaphorically.
I can't remember if I had made plans for Saturday or if I was just going with the flow of things but I guess it doesn't really matter because there is no human on this planet who could possibly have planned for such events. I do remember that I decided to go to my buddy Frank's house. He was having some people over and there was to be booze and bitches, of course, that sort of thing was right up my alley, so I went.
When I got there I was the only one, besides Frank of course, and his little sister Anna, (I say little, but she was twenty-two, Frank and I were each twenty-four at the time) who had yet to arrive. Anyway, so, we were hanging out, drinking a few beers, and just shooting the old shit for a couple of hours. I had always had a crush on Anna, so I acted overly interested in everything she had to say, and I listened very closely so that I could, maybe, try to hook up with her later on, by talking about things that were important to her. I was trying to be discreet, because I didn't want Frank to know that I was crushing on his sister. I failed.
Later on Frank took me aside when Anna had gone to take a phone call in her bedroom.
"What the fuck dude?"
"What the fuck, what?"
"You totally have a thing for my sister man. What the fuck?"
"Oh, am I that obvious?" I said, under my breath but loud enough, so he heard me.
"Yeah, fucker, you are. Now stop it. It ain't gonna happen anyway; she has a boyfriend that she might as well be married to. The guy's a tool but she seems to like him."
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"Fuck you! Don't you fuckin' call me ever again, you're scum. You know what? I always knew you were worthless. You son of a bitch. God! I hate you!" this was booming from upstairs. It was followed by Anna's cell phone smashing off the wall and hurtling downstairs. It shattered into a million pieces upon reaching the bottom of the steps.
Frank and I looked at each other sharply. My expression was one of excitement, due to the recent, apparent singleness of his little sister. And his face read: I'm worried about her, and disgusted about what you might be thinking right now.
He ran upstairs to console her. I wanted badly to follow. But I just waited patiently for him to calm her down so we could carry on with our evening. When they came back downstairs there was talk of a party. Anna and Frank each invited a handful of friends, approximately twelve people. Twelve turned into twenty, turned into thirty, turned into, lord knows how many. Needless to say, it was a lot. Soon we had a major event on our hands. We had kegs and pot and coke and meth. There were mushrooms and pills and hard liquor. Fifty percent of the females present were topless or naked. The pool was over filled with people and the bushes and planters were over filled with vomit. It was a total bender. Not a single person was sober, nor was anyone quite calm.
