Thursday, February 14, 2013

valentines day bull shit.

Im not a jerk.
 i just come off as one. I guess its just a level of immaturity that teenage boys cant shake until they found a girl that actually means something to 'em. To put it nicely I would say i have a pretty good track record with chicks. But this one chick isnt just a booty call for me. for once in my life i want to actually get inside her head not just her pants, and i want to learn everything there is to know about her and i dont give a fuck how sappy that is. But every chance i get to show her that she isnt just another one night stand I dont know how to be a gentleman and just tell her that her hair looks nice or that her perfume is compelling. instead i tell her that her ass looks nice in those levi's that shes wearin' and she tells me im a dick. Im not. i just dont know a damn thing about being decent to woman.

"Do you like gettin your ass beat kid?" I kicked him in the stomach for the third time as he layed coiled on the bathroom floor. The kicking was nonessential, i already beat him up pretty rough. No response. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him up close to my face. his eyes were wild and scared. I felt the pulse in my neck veins throbbing and my fists rattled as they clung to his bloody shirt. "listen to me. If i ever see you, or any of your punk ass friends mess with my brother ever again I swear I will make your life one continous, never ending hell. Thats a fuckin promise kid. you got it?" He shook his head up and down vigorously. I stared into his eyes to let it sink in. "fantastic." I let go of his collar and he dropped to the floor like a mangled ragdoll. The fluorescent lights in the bathroom were shakey and flickered with a buzzing noise. I rinsed the blood off my hands and looked up at the image in the mirror that stared back. The throbbing of my jaw and the anger in my face was almost natural to me. But it never failed to alarm me to see not just the brutality in the image that appeared, but to see the monster that is my father. God, I look exactly like the guy. especially when im angry. My wild eyes that cut right through you, the way my face flushes all of its color, the way my nostrils flair with every breath.
Honestly,sometimes i scare the shit out of myself.

I splashed cold water on my face and left my anger in the school bathroom. A few days ago johnny came home with a fucked up eye and a gashed lip. He wouldnt give me names so i found them myself. Johnny dont like tellin me when the socs mess with him but this time it was to evident to hide. I think I scare him when i fight to, and he wants me to stay out of trouble. He can handle himself okay when its one or two kids botherin him. But i step in when hes gettin jumped by 4 kids with knives. I dont mess around when it comes to my family. there the only ones who keep me going.

After school i got hungry so i loned it to the diner down the road and ordered a burger that landed up tasting like cardboard. But this little blonde waitress was real cute, and she kept askin me if i wanted different condiments for my food. so i asked her if she knew about the burger tasting like cardboard and we laughed off of small talk and she played with her hair alot. afterward i successfully brought her back to my place for the night after her shift. Shes not who i wanted with me but she'll suffice. It is valentines day, anyway. It turned out alright.

happy valentines day
yours truly,
Hunter


4 comments:

  1. Complimenting girls is easy man, come talk to me I'll give you some pointers XD

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  2. It's real easy, just say something along the lines of 'you look very nice today' :P

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  3. Don't talk to Soda about girls, he doesn't know what he's talking about. You gotta talk to a girl about how to talk to girls.

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  4. Or he can just talk to Soda and a girl and develop a strategic move. Personally I think you don't need to talk to anyone about how to talk to girls. Everyone has their own style.

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