Pain-t-Killers

Put your party pants on

That was our last party as high school graduates. It had to be like, a sort of rite of passage. Babtism by fire. It was supposed to feel so, but you know, clubs are clubs. Club parties look all the same. High music. Low neon lights. High people. low standards. At times i wish we didn't go to that party at all. Like all the mess came down from there. Maybe we didn't have to go to Hawthorne park in the first place. Maybe i should have just watched the damn movie. You know, when you play this game of rewinding all the questionable decisions you made in your life, it always comes to a dead end. You can't calculate every possible outcome, predict where every step you take will take you. You just want to relax, get some booze with your bestfriend. Calmly swim your way through life, hoping you don't get hurt too much. Hoping not to hurt anyone else. But life...it's messy. Messier than you could ever think. They try to warn you, your parents, your teachers, but what they are afraid to say, and won't ever tell you, is that they have no clue, just as you. Shit's fucked for everyone and we all stand in this pile of crap pretending we know what we are doing, hoping it all turns out well. Hoping we don't lose our shit along the way. Because, even tho it's shit... that's my shit you know? And i care for my shit. I really do. So you can understand how sad I feel, holding Allison's hair back while she throws up in this claustrofobic toilet. there's barely space for the two of us in this room, with her leaning over like this. it's like this was designed specifically for fucking or vomiting. the green neon turns Ally's hair to a light lime green color. there's stench of cigarettes and stale urine. Rotten fish and human sweat. the light fades and switches back every few second. Over the blacked-out windows on the wall, I see silhouettes of people dancing and raving. The monotonous beating of the speakers make the whole room shake. The building is a human body and we are trapped in his illed beating heart. I hear Allison chocking and crying. My heart breaks too. Someone's punding angrily at the door, shouting something i can't fully understand.

I tell em they'll have to wait.

They knock louder.

I raise my voice.

The guy almost tears down the door with his fists.

"Would you kindly FUCK OFF PLEASE?!"

I diplomatically respond.

Allison, sobbing, tries to say she's sorry. Oh, my poor star.

The knocks on the door stops. 

Let's take some steps back. At first i didn't realize if I was gonna get wasted I had to left my ride home. Always wear your seatbelt, don't text while driving (it applies even if you're at the traffic light) and most important, don't drink and drive. 

"You just have to keep in mind three rules, can you do this honey?"

Yes Dad, no Drink-o-Drive-o. Which means *cheers of joy* more biking. We rode back to ally's house, because we had few time to waste and she wanted to show me all the things she bought from her trip.

"You said you've done a lot of shopping?"

I ask, with lesser panting, since we're going downhill.

"Yes! I even found something for you!"

She's exalted.

"In Africa?"

That really sound like a weird location for a shopping paradise.

"Exactly! Ain't that amazing? I'll tell you later"

We reach her house where her parents are enthusiastic to see me. They are so kind, smart and polite and have always approved our friendship, considering me as part of the family. Too bad I barely have the time to salute em properly, or describe them, as Aly hastly drags me upstairs by my wrist. She's over-excited, talking at the speed of sound, throwing clothes at me like Leonardo in The Great Gatsby. Skirts and shirts, boots and blazers, heels and hats, all fly at me like bullets in Matrix.