It was all some kind of luxury that came to a rather crude and harsh ending. A three day all nighter and Frankie's crib. It must of all been some kind of timing or party favor combination. We would pre-game early on talking of what kind of triumphs would transpire. Never considering the authorities. We would all drop-out of high school the following Autumn. You see the secret to Frankie's shindigs was to drink enough not to trip too hard, then that way you could still mingle.
I recall sometime during the second night I was taking a leak in Frankie's first storey bathroom, the window was open to the Summer swamplike tendencies. This gave me a sudden hot flash of paranoia (snakes) along with a series of heart murmurs. I swore that all the party-goers outside were all trying to get a glimpse of me taking a leak.(I was tripping too hard). This trip to the restroom was followed by three long hours by the keg barely saying a word. I was attempting to drown my way back into socialization. Yeah we (the hallucinagenic superfans) were all hip to the tripping too hard socialization trick.
I think it was during my trip the first night there, I was much too concious of my peers social themes. The preps were too uptight, the jocks reminded me of gym socks,. the hippies needed to shower,. ( I thought I saw a gerbil crawl out from one of their assholes), then there was me , and I'm sure I was much too me, (just for the mere fact that I walked and breathed, sweated and vomitted. Yeah all the fun was to end on the third night early before the party even started. I was lucky enough to still be attending the pre-game.
It was all whirlwind and downhill, I guess it all had to be. Then you get ungrateful cats like me who still try to relive the old times (a programming flaw). I should of took a tip from all my friends and peers who all got married ten years ago. That pyramid blotter was something else though.
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