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When did my life get so complicated? The party was in June and the place was packed, must've been 100 degrees inside, easy, and since when do people throw parties in this kind of heat? the boy thought. The boy was at the party and five girls the boy had slept with and one boy the boy had slept with were also at the party. When did my life get so complicated? the boy thought, watching a guy who was rumored to be in a band in London pump the keg and pump the keg even though nothing but foam was coming out. None of the girls he wanted to be hitting on him were hitting on him. All of the girls he didn't want hitting on him were hitting on him. The five girls he had slept with were all on ecstasy and kept shooting snide looks of contempt at him. One of the girls knew that the boy had slept with all five of them; the other four knew only bits and pieces. | |
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The one girl the boy knew for sure he wouldn't be sleeping with kept complaining about being the token dyke. That girl was also on ecstasy and knew she wasn't getting laid that night and was mad about it. It was a sweltering June night, 100 degrees in the shade as a jolly fat weatherman would say if there really was such a thing as a jolly fat weatherman. The boy kept walking from the front porch to the back porch to the front porch to the back porch in the desperate hope that one would be cooler than the other. The guys who were rumored to be in a band in London kept talking about how much better New York was than here and the boy wanted to punch them in the face and yell Wash that dye out of your hair, you all look like a bunch of fuckin' idiots. The boy's friend kept singing Gilbert and Sullivan songs at the top of his lungs because the boy's friend was a repressed theatre major whose ugly side came out when he was drinking. The boy who the boy had slept with got pissed off at everyone and left which was just as well because he was a moody repressed homosexual who would've just gotten drunk and hung all over him anyway. | |
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The five girls the boy had slept with and who were all on ecstasy kept dancing with each other in the living room. They put on the song Let's Go Crazy and they did, and another of the boy's friends, one who knew he had slept with all five of them, leaned over and said This is the first fifty chapters of your life. Then he paused and winked and smiled and said And your next twenty chapters! At five in the morning two of the girls the boy had slept with started making out with each other on the couch and everyone knew the party was over. Everyone was standing on the sidewalk and the boy's friend asked Do you want to get some breakfast? and the boy said No, I'm tired and drunk and besides the sun's coming out and we should all probably get to sleep before it gets too hot to do so. The boy's friend clapped him on the shoulder and said, The heat can sure do some crazy things to you sometimes. |
