It was a tense night from the beginning. I and the boys were enjoying a reminicent atmosphere of college as we played beer pong on the dick covered piece of dry wall sitting in Guidos enclosed porch. We played games and drank beer. We drew more pictures on the table, one with draping boobs complete with Vginer and babies fist, the rest of cock N balls. We drank more. The typical setting and precursor to a night of threatening testostorone. Nathanael passed out in a tipped over chair, Casey left in a Taxi cab. So I guess it was up to the three left to terrorize the city. We began to walk. “Ok, we’ll walk to a near bar”. Well we kind of didn’t, wether it was the distraction of myself car walking and bustin sicky 540s of parked wagons, or just the sweet cool air of a summer night in D-town, who knows?, I will tell you that the aggression increased as we reached 16th. Bogey decided to punch a metal box, so I thought to myself, “fuck you, I’m the bigger asshole”. Thats when it happened, I noticed a pathetic pink and purple lopsided cylindrical trashcan and took out my anger. By that meaning a jump kick. Seconds later, a faggish fuck of an asshole rolled into the picture on his pathetic excuse for life taxi bike. He instantly reminded me that people actually get paid for picking and putting trash in the the cans for a living and that I was insulting their hard days work. HA HA HA. Yeah, I thought to myself, just keeping them busy. I threatened to kick over another, he challenged me, I did; sending a loud noise down the mall and splashing garbage across the street. Then he threatened me to kick over another. The boys, “you better not Brian”. This has a lot of meaning and should be listened to coming from Denver’s two biggest pricks. So I didn’t kick over another. Instead I had the impulse to run, and before I could, I heard the rubble!rubble!rubble! of twenty losers (in whitejackets who properly name themselves as security gaurds) surround us. One cop with two pairs of cuffs secured tightly around Guidos and my wrists. Bogey’s night began here which is a story in itself. It was like being the main attraction at the zoo as mall goers slowly passed and stared while I glanced resentful smiles.
So they took us to detox where Guido and I checked in and blew our pathetic BACs and were excited to share the results. They gave us plastic beds next to eachother and we laughed at the indian next to us. Soon enough I fell asleep only to be woken up by Guido leaving. I spent the next 10 miserable hours by myself listening to people barf on the floor, druggies go into convulsions, crack heads share shit stories, ect. ect.
Breakfast on the outside tasted amazing.
Hey a hoy ah, me smoke em crack pipe. hey a hoy ah. Wah WaH Wah waaa!