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Underground eXperts United
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[ Party Time ] [ By Pivic ]
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Party Time
written by Pivic
And there I walked around like a swine. I wore a filthy coat, a filthy
head and a stomach that demanded rum. Not to mention cola. It seemed like
everyone had left, leaving me alone walking the street. But when I
suddenly turned my head around it appeared that I had made some new
friends. We all know how it feels when something is Perfect; that girl
looks at you in a 'special way', that car that really is Yours, and so on.
This place was my lady who watched me with beautiful eyes while relaxing in
the shiny car that did not pollute the environment. I turned to the Divine
wind and walked towards the door.
Before I stepped inside I heard that there was a lot of people talking
there (and that usually means that no one actually cares if someone enters,
since the place is pretty crowded from start). Therefor, I decided to
perform a gracious entry.
Fiasco. Just when I was about to swing the door open, I dropped my left
glove on the ground. I bent down to pick it up while mumbling some naughty
curses.
It was then my forehead violently banged into someones face.
The only thing I saw of the poor individual was that he resembled me of
that singer in Cameo (you know, the one with massive mutton-chop whiskers,
who wears a jockstrap on the outside of his pants). He buried his face in
his hands and bent forward in pain, while his friends watched me as if I
was huge and dangerous.
Something had to be done. And it had to be done fast. I bent down to
check this guy out, to see if he needed help (people are usually not
allowed to do that, since the victim might be afraid that he will get more
coming to him. Or worse - he might be very pissed off). He was obviously
not aware of my friendly move, because suddenly he moved his head upward.
Blood squirted out of my nose as his head crashed into it. My upper lip
was pushed into my teeth and left me with the taste of blood in mouth and
throat. I can stand the sight of blood, but not the smell of it.
His friends hesitated with the attack, the guy stared at me.
I understood that I was in deep shit.
They all wore some kind of white rubber and I began wondering where
exactly in the city I were. My opponents rubber had red spots all over it,
obviously mine and his mutual blood. At the time, I imagined that I had
spilled quite much over him. But as we all know, things get pretty
exaggerated in situations like this.
We stared at each other, bleeding. Then he just made his way past me
and walked away. His friends looked at me as if I were some alien from
outer space before they joined him.
He took it quite well, I thought, and began wiping the blood off me.
With my coat.
I finally found another place (a disco for people who were fifteen) and
entered. By some idiotic reason I believed that there might be some alcohol
available there. Not that they would sell anything - but some kid might
have some. I walked around to different people and asked them, and after a
short while a guy offered me beer. I did not know what to say (I was busy
wondering what this generation meant). The guy looked at me as if I was
too stupid to say a simple 'yes' or 'no'. I finally turned his offer down,
destroying his chance to make a few bucks, and walked away looking for
nothing. I sat down to organize my thoughts, but it was impossible due to
the fucking music. I wanted to leave.
Then a marvellous opportunity showed up. Like in a dream, a lady
emerged from the dance floor, her eyes looked like water (I just love to
bath and swim). She wore a two-part dress (that looked like shit), and
looked like shit, I believe, but she... well... you know. She approached
me and she 'was mine'.
She was also rather angry.
"Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing here?"
I immediately got a grip of the situation. She obviously thought that I
was a pederast, or yet another dealer who tried to push drugs to the kids
there. I wanted to kiss her. I have never ever wanted to kiss someone so
much in my life, but I knew that if I...
"I needed-ne-eed, er, water or something. I must... ouch, dahrn."
My mouth felt as if it was in several pieces. I could only feel an
intense pain when I spoke.
"I need to talk to you," I continued. "I need help"
I glanced towards the nearest toilet and rushed to it. She followed me
with her eyes, but did not come after me. I ran inside and met three girls
who sat there for a smoke. They screamed at me, waving their little hands,
demanding me to leave. I asked them to shut up if they did not want to see
my aggressor. I grabbed some water out of the sink and coughed up a little
marble of blood. The marble had a long string attached to it that hung far
down my throat. It tickled too much for me. I cannot stand that. I
barfed straight into the sink and ran out.
Outside the toilet, I crashed into The Perfection who fell to the floor.
Suddenly I understood that she was not right. Ten years from now she would
be wrong. I headed for the door, feeling beer cans and other various items
being thrown at my back. I felt pain and left for the other place (stupid
idea, since it was there my pain begun). I ran to the place. I was afraid
of fifteen-year old people. Or perhaps I was afraid of the lack of alcohol
in a very traumatic situation?
When I was there I opened the door. I was badly shocked. I even fainted,
and everything (naturally) turned black.
Then I suddenly felt that I was sleeping in my own bed, at home. But I
was wrong. I was on the floor at the place. There was alcohol by my side
together with a rather cute lady. Smiling faces stared at me. Everybody
were dressed as if there had been some renaissance of the eighties. By
that I mean strange clothes. But I did not care.
My clothes were sweaty, I felt blood in my mouth and my nose was blocked
up. I tried to say something, but my lips refused the order.
"Don't try to say something," a girl with pink glasses said, "You have
blood in your throat. Try to rinse it away."
She gave me a beer and it actually tasted quite good. I normally detest
beer, but this one was actually good.
"Omph."
"What's he talking about?" a girl asked.
I noticed that the place was completely silent. No one said a single
word. Everybody was studying me. I almost started to cry.
Then I heard voices from outside. "I will... If I see him I will slay
him at once. That's the deal. No, shut up, I do not give a fuck what you
say! When I see him, he is dead!"
I knew it was Cameo. I fainted again. The last thing I saw was a face
that had fought to keep me awake, but failed.
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Written by Niclas Pivic 23/2 1995. Any comments on this file may
be mailed to pivic@skom.se or 2:201/610.
Translated and slightly revised by The GNN 2/3 1995.
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