a long time ago when i thought having a two story house with a swimming pool was normal, in a time when i throwing the most raging house party was the best way to become known, in a time when drinking your first beer, smoking your first what ever, first pill, line... whatever, lived a group of cool kids. we were the santa cruz beach hippies of the suburbs. we meaing my freidns from middle school used my special location to relax after a hard day of chasing tail, laying down mac game, slangin d's, just learning what it feels like to be a degenerate of society.
but how wrong could ones definition of degenerate was, i wasnt ready for the truth.
house partys to me were actually ways to lure babes into the lair. what a fantastic lair it was. i had the arcade, the fat ass telvison, the pool was setup with a garden and a childrens playground. these days are but a memory. some nights were roudier than others. eventually unfamiliar faces started showing up, as same as the substances. i thought about doing the most different types to beable to earn merit. (which is the most pointless award when you actually go on a date.)
but i actually dropped out of high school to pursue a fulltime user. basically spent my time waiting for school to end and get stoned with my homies. wonderful.
since i was so young the withdrawl from parties was so abrubt when my parents separated. it was too much fun anyways. i was spoiled. the worst is living at your parents house working for strangers to feed your only hunger, whatever your poison may be.
if i had one party to brag on let me start by saying there were 300 underage girls guys including myself. byob but that was cool since i had someone who was doing liqour runs, we had designers and rocks and just beatin the stereo until the cops came. my eyes were so open, i think i somehow gained apathy. she shut the place down, but it would have been cooler if she was a stripper.
man people were running from the cops hoppin over fences goin nuts. then all of a sudden it was just me and a couple of friends, who i never keep in touch with today.
what do people even remember about their lives? getting the most head, money, wallflowers, comedians, top score on ps1?
some people would come to my party just to be there and not touch a drop. would the party be the same without them? it would be a bunch of shitfaces and horny girls in the spotlight.
