Backstage Pass to the Real World

“Chairs thrown and tables toppled, hands armed with broken bottles, standing no chance to win but: We’re not running, we’re not running.”

He awoke, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The existence of the dream he lived only moments ago shattered; it was a good one too.

He opens his eyes, grabs his cell phone and turns off the alarm.

“Fuck. You.” he says as he turns over in his bed.

“Get up, I have to go out and you need to go to work in a few hours.”

“Fuck her” he thought as his mother beckoned him awake.

It had been a late night and the vodka in his stomach was turning tricks like a hooker on St. George; that’s not a good thing.

“I know, I’ll be up for work.”

“You’d better.”

He drifted in and out of consciousness.

“You are the one, the one that lies close to me, whispers hello I miss you qui..”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?”

“It’s 12:20, are you up for work yet?”

“Shut up.”

The day continues on, he gets his one year recognition in hell, and even gets some arby’s.

“You, buy this!”

“Okay.”

His day continues on in this fashion, the whores eat up everything he throws in their direction.

“Can I go home?”

“No.”

“Fuck!”

After leaving hell, he attends dinner with his family. A unique experience that involves a lot of “Uh huh” and very little attention to conversation. He takes his dinner to the office and eats in front of the computer. It’s fading life only inching forward the IE7 browser. A frail existence if there ever was one.

Then the rain started. Rain is always the sign of excitement when it comes to his life. Good things are generally in store for the man who walks in the water he always says.

No he doesn’t.

Upon arriving at home, he sits at his computer. (Sound familiar?)

Windows live messenger windows minimized and flashing orange on the blue taskbar he has set to the top of his computer screen. Edgy.

He logs back into the service, and a few people begin to talk to him. Plans are thrown around; he settles with J-wa coming over and then going over to a girls house. The contemplation of getting drunk comes along, but with an 8am class, he decides that’s probably not such a hot idea.

J-wa arrives, FOS soon after. Some Guitar Hero is played. Some plans are killed.

They leave the house in search of munchies and something to do. He gets a txt Message from that certain girl. Yet another txt he hates to see.

“So nothings gonna happen between us then, right?” He says after a comment he felt was screaming that response.

“Well, I don’t know what I want.” Typical female, “Bitches dude” the Dr. used to say.

“Well I need to know.” he says when really thinking “Shut up and be with me already” but of course, it’s not that easy. Never that easy.

“Well I don’t know!”

The conversation continues like this for an hour. Fireworks out the window at houses, and a stop at J-was later, he find himself at home, J-wa accompanying him still. He and that girl (Lets call her girl A) continue talking, and once again the conversation goes pretty much no where. He has feelings for her, but she seems ignorant to the fact; and let’s not get started about the night before.

She tells him she wants to be friends, another thing he’s heard too many times. He tells her he can’t do that, but the fact never changes. He gives up. She goes to bed, and tells him to txt her. He refuses and she leaves, likely a little upset. He won’t txt her at night because he waits on a response and rarely gets them. What a piss off it is when he doesn’t.

J-wa retires to the couch, and Justin is left alone. He gets scared. He turns on his computer and starts up a blog.. What a ghey thing to do.